When I wake up the next morning, everything feels like a long dream, as if nothing had ever happened. But reality catches up with me when I look at my mobile phone and read the message from my mother. He's awake and alive!

Didn't that do any good last night? Or was it just coincidence and he woke up again because of the good care of the doctors? I'd better get dressed and get on my way to the hospital. But when I arrive everything is different, I see how many doctors in the corridor run past me. Slowly I get a bad feeling, actually it was said that he is fine.

I better hurry.

Blood is everywhere on the floor, it drips from the bed on the floor, the walls are covered with blood, individual letters that are supposed to represent something distorted. I see a body still twitching, overflowing with blood, cut wounds and a big hole in the chest, the organs looking out. Only now do I realize who's in bed. I can't move in shock, the doctors run wildly around the room, someone grabs me from behind my arm. I surrender, everything turns black...