'fresh from the shower' was a common expression but minutes after his shower, the feverous bugs had feverish jeremy wrapping layers of blankets around himself, trickling with sweat that stole warmth from his body.

the surroundings was an unfamiliar sight. white pillows, white bedsheets, white blankets. an emergency call button. the bed barricaded with steel(?) bars. the needle in jeremy's under-arm. even the pyjamas was an unfamiliar blue. no matter, he was oblivious to these unfamiliarity. mayhaps not oblivious, just unconcerned. his concerns lie elsewhere. the rapid swirl of the ceiling fan - will it slow if i just thought hard enough. the tick and tock of the clock - i could've sworn it used to go much faster. that jacket on the chair - levitate! to me!

but no, the fan wasn't slowing, the clock wasn't going faster, the jacket wasn't moving. resigned to his miserable state, jeremy sought the next best alternative, to drift off to sleep. yet that too was not meant to be. as he switched off his mind and eyes, something else switched on. Light. oh, i'm there already? jeremy was hopeful, but that fleeting thought vanished as abruptly as it appeared. with a silent sigh, he willed his eyes open.

to be continued... (i'm lazy, this will probably take forever to finish wahaha)