In a country like a dessert or other planet, your life is put at the edge by crazy scientists enjoying their prade. A lullaby from a distant room filled with pain and antibiotics smell, sounds like the call of death. You are like a prisoner of this body unable to move but able to sense, hear, smell everything.
The sound of needles piercing your veins, stopping their usual flow, the dependence of other fluids for survival, the cold blooded maniacs, waiting to play with your life, like a bunch of zombies waiting for brain, and than....silence. You wait the conclusion, you wait to see if you can survive...you wait to be reborn from this universe of cold rooms and pain from the bottom to the top.
Unable to move, you crawl, unable to feel, you cry, unable to resist pain, you take painkillers. Unable to sleep, you end up listening music...unable to help others and yourself ...a part of you dies...at the same time with the common sense of the night shift nurses.