If you come back to me

One male patient with two gunshot wounds suffered from fatigue and drowsiness. He had no idea how he had survived that, how his heart had kept on pumping or how his body had not given up.

Still, he was numb and empty after such an experience.

His mind wandered back to the days of lying in the stinky cellar, suffering from experimental drugs, waiting for his captors to return and hurt him again - but this time, it was opioids and a soft bed in a hospital.

The white walls and soft sheets were such a contrast to the dark, dank basement - not to mention that criminals weren't injecting him, but nurses who were trained on how to take care of him.

He felt like he was being held captive by his own thoughts after nurses doused him with painkillers, taking control of his body and mind - because then, he could hear her mocking him and taunting him about how helpless he was. Ayumi's voice lingered in his head, reminding him he had other options, but he chose this fate.