Nerium Orleander

I'm in the hospital? How the fuck did I get here? I'm even on life support machine? I roughly pulled the tubes out of my arms and the breathing equipment. I just fainted for a moment and had about one of the weirdest dreams in my life only to wake up in a ward room, like I was almost dead. This is unacceptable, I angrily stood up. I've always hated hospitals to my very core, they couldn't help my mom, and I abhorred them. Someone even had the audacity to dress me I a stupid blue hospital gown.

"You can't do that boy," I saw a slightly chubby nurse hurry inside the room I was in. Her squinted eyes showed that she was serious and that she was really experienced in handling stubborn patients. But I was more serious, so I didn't give a damn about her large arms which were supposed to be terrifying. "I'm out of here" i said angrily" I want my clothes...and the person who made me wear this" I shouted at the end of my sentence. "Come on boy, the gown looks good on you. Now be a good l