You scratch at it enough that Nurse Agony has to bring a special ointment to calm you down.

Orderly The Wounded, applies it to your flesh.

You feel a little better, “what day is it?” You finally decide to ask.

“It's nighttime, you slept in, after your vitals go to the dayroom in two hours, its time for lunch soon” The Wounded supplies in response. 

“Oh, ok…” you don't say much after that, your vitals are taken and you are left alone once more.

You get up and go to the bathroom, taking a shower and staring at the ceiling for the next hour, the red butterfly fluttering on the shower head.

The cream given to you made it leave your skin, you are thankful.

But it follows, follows you everywhere, at the very edge of your consciousness. 

You can see it when you are not looking for it, hear it sometimes too.

It haunts you.