Alive on Arrival

Chapter 4

4

Then, somebody thinks it’s a good idea to force a clear plastic mask over my face. Suddenly, it’s lights out again. Immediately, I come to inside a hospital room. My eyes wide, I spot the brand new IV inserted into my left arm and the clear tubes that lead to two separate bags of clear liquid. Saline and morphine if I have to guess.

Despite the morphine drip, the back of my head hurts. It reminds me of yesterday morning when I dragged myself and my hangover out of bed, made my way to the kitchenette, and proceeded to make the coffee. I remember opening the fridge door to seek out some milk. But there was no milk. Only cans of beer. It was enough to piss me off. Closing the fridge door, I glanced at the stack of bills piling up on the kitchen table for three months now.