If I should die before I wake ch. 3
My head, fuck! Where the fuck am i? Wait a minute, who in the fuck is holding me? Fuck! It hurts to even try and open my eyes. Ugh.
we flash back to the past as to let the point of views re-align.
We see our suicidal friend being carried like a very large child through Devi’s apartment building hallways. We now see how grotesquely thin he really is as the fabric of his clothing is being pulled down by gravity against his flesh. His protruding ribs and hips seem utterly haunting to even those apathetic to his situation. As he is being carted through Devi’s apartment door and lain on the couch we can see him try fruitlessly to regain consciousness.
Oh god, oh fuck, where am I? Am I in hell, true hell? Who is touching me? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I should've never gone there tonight. God, why didn't I wait. Fuck!
We now flash forward to where we last left off.
Devi and Tenna ran