Chapter 3

I started coming around from my drug induced coma sleep sometime later in the afternoon.  The transition from oblivion to reality was a lot smoother and clearer than my previous awakenings, and I guess this meant I was feeling better, what with not losing all my blood and everything.  At first, I thought the hospital was drifting free from its foundations, but then I realised that it was my hospital bed that was moving.  As I opened my eyes the ceiling lights of the hospital hallways passed by overhead, and it was a calming, almost hypnotic sight.  I looked up and back at the Porter who was wheeling me through the sterile halls, and he was intently focused on whatever music was playing through his iPod.  I could just barely hear the high-pitched...

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