the nurse still hasn't come back. the iv hadn't been put in right, and the fluids were starting to bubble under my skin. with no choice i start to pull it out, cringing as the metal syringe coming out turns to plastic, to metal, to plastic as i pull painful inches out.
i stagger into the hallway, my head exploding inside, my legs only limping. a room i duck into contains a single wall, infinite in size. it intersects an infinite maze, pores revealing the things that squirmed along inside.
struggling, i make it outside. a furry con is going on at a hotel across the street; i figure i can find help there. but inside there are just empty tables, hotel rooms being cleaned by room service.
this repeats a few times, variated, until i wake up.
not a bad night's sleep.
i start to crawl out of bed, tired, head splitting. i want to call out sick to work. and then i realize...
a cup of coffee, handful of aspirin, and an hour trying to relax, and it's on to the day. hopefully the day'll be better, but there's never a guarantee.