Oh, God.

  Waking up I’m greeted by a head-splitting migraine and protesting eyes.

  Well at least now I know what it feels like to be one of the Hangover movies.

  My body feels like it is in molasses and drained.

  I’m 1 right? I don’t remember drinking.

  What happened? Hmm…..

  Hm…

  Hmmm…..

  Neigh rabid, I jerk my hands up and feel my face.

  Not there, I panic and pat around me searching desperately.

  I found out two things.

  

  
1. I’m on a bed.


  
2. MY GIFT ISN’T ON MY BED


  

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  I force my eyes open and of course light abuses my eyes.

  “ ..?”

  This is not my bed.

  Soft blue walls with white and bamboo accents. Matching tile and curtained off windows.

  Screw me this is Konoha Hospital.

  Must’ve had a number done on me to be here. I look around a bit and there's a desk not too far from me. Calming down I pulled the covers off to get up and search it.

  Or I would if they didn't weigh 200 pounds. So I sit and contemplate what I can do. I scan the room once more and really nothing is here, movement is going in the halls but I can't call for them can I?

  Doesn't stop me from trying though

  “.....!”

  So I whistle and clap.

  …

  Poppu isn’t here clearly.

  Fuck.

  I hate hospitals.

  I hate medication

  I hate isolation.

  I hate the silence and loneliness.

  I hate empty reassurance.

  I hate the color red.

  I hate feeling like I can’t live.

  I hate the boring hum of TVs.

  I hate these bulky sheets.

  I hate those bullies.

  I hate I can't call for someone.

  I hate I can’t scream injustice,

  I hate the smell of this room.

  I hate going unconscious.

  I miss moving.

  I miss my mask.

  I miss the one thing I had in this life.

  I miss the feel of Poppu’s fur.

  I miss Kabuto’s lame jokes and insistence.

  I miss the feeling of sweet revenge.

  I hate that I’m dozing off.