Machines bleep and pump
Oppressive heat pushing me down
In the too soft bed
My voice scratches out
Thin and needy
For water
For help
I see them rushing past
Benign jailors
By indifference
Then I see him
Standing, watching me
Smiling at my discomfort
Unsettling eyes in an ageless face
Help me, I gasp
Clawing a hand out in pain
Hell you?
A sibilant hiss retorts
I feel a blackness rise within
It's getting hotter now