40.

Loud banging against a door starts waking me up, my left hand is aching so much. I can barely open my eyes, there’s no energy left in my body to do so. Closing my eyes again I lean on the tub, but suddenly I hear a loud thud, within a few seconds I hear another one; this one’s louder than the other.

When I go to close my eyes again, I hear the loudest thud and I watch the door fly open. I try to see with my hazy, I see Joe barge in and start to shout and say something over and over again. But I can barely make up what he is trying to say, my eyes shut down again and this time I drift away to sleep once more.

I hear beeping; it goes on and on, it doesn’t stop. My eyes flutter open and all I see is white; it’s a very white ceiling I must say. I look around and the first thing I notice is, Joe, sitting on a chair that is kept by the bed I’m laying on. His head is hung low and his white shirt is filled with blood stains; an awful lot of blood.

My eyes fall on my left hand; I see it’s all