Last hope. Last desire. The chance for change and stand above, step up, move forward.
Longing for improvement, willing change. Outcome is unclear but better than not trying.
Live the life you want to live, not the live others have chosen. Thank you, Mr. Philosophy, the Doctor will see you now.
He turned his head to see the nurse in the doorway looking at him. “Oh, sorry!”
Sitting alone on the elevated bed in the tiny room. The non-smell of the room was clean but unfriendly. Sounds in the corridor outside. Voices in conversation. One sounded like authority.
Knock knock. What can I do for your today?
Dim lights, heavy fatigue. Horizontal viewpoint. Lifting my head, impossible. Faces in the distance. Movement. I am moving. I am being moved. Door slam, or just the sound. Pressure behind the ears. Release.
Eyes slowly open to sunlight and beige curtains, beige walls, stiff sheets and blanket fresh and white. Intravenous saline drip, I guess. I have no clue. What time is it?
The One True Dave 
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