There is something seriously wrong with my body. I squirm through the dark until the wood turns to tiles, following a dripping sound. The drips are spaced far apart meaning I squirm a bit, wait, and squirm a bit more. Now in a bathroom, the dripping is clearer, it’s coming from a cistern in one of the cubicles. I slide painfully under the door and prop myself up against the bowl. The cistern is in behind a panel, so close but I can’t quite get to it. I pass out for a while and when I come to my head is thrumming, I’ve got nothing left.
“So there you are! We thought we’d lost you…after the roof collapsed an’ all.”
It’s the jolly roofers, or demo gang, whatever they are.
“I, I…” cracked lips, can’t speak but I am glad to hear them. A piercing light flashes in my eyes.
“C’mon lads, this one’s nearly had it, get him to the lab.”
“The lab?” Instinctively don’t like the sound of this but powerless to resist I’m dragged away to a cool white room with glinting steel and hard edges.
Breaking into my back, they fix it and put it back together again. It feels worse than ever. I slip in and out of consciousness, eventually get pills, a drink and the sleep of the dead.