I walked back like a drug addict needing a shot right away last night. My red eyes and the shivering body makes me feel so dirty that I just want to lay back on my bed. That night was the coldest I could ever imagine and I can't stand the loneliness felt.
I was half-past dead there on the bed but no one seemed to care about my sickness. Yet only some guys and girls were informed but only several of them approached my sick-bay. Twas ironic but I didn't mind that at all as they were dealing with their fit and healthy friends last night.
Who was I to pledge them while I was the one who made the choice to keep on rolling on the bed and not to go to the hospital. If I can make it to climb up the holy stairs to the department that said they can handle me, I will be in safe hands tomorrow. If not, they will pick me up at a different department of the hospital with a totally opposite attire. The doctor will announce that my time stops when the others were running a meeting about a sport of a kick.
(These paragraphs are not at all related to all living or dead machine).
P/S: Few tablets for dizziness, flu, antibiotics and a bottle of liquid to help cure my cough.
I am in my sick mode now so this is the drug I am telling you about. Pray the best for my health.