Dream Love
The metal felt cool against my burning flesh.
A brief moment later, a small Asian man entered the room. He spoke what I assumed to be Mandarin to Joshua, who replied in the same language. I couldn’t understand what was being said, but it was clear that the Asian man wasn’t happy. Joshua produced a thick roll of money, selected an amount, and handed it to the disgruntled man. He mumbled something, slipped the money in his breast pocket, and went to work setting up an IV which Joshua inserted into the back of my hand. I managed a small squeal of protest, but I was still unable to move my hands.