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Several masked men and women were staring at him through foggy goggles with worry in their eyes and sweat creeping from their brows. The commotion within his hospital room would have been overwhelming with the incredible stress of wondering if your survival will be in existence within the next few moments—but Wilson could only think of his damned videogames. Wilson felt his nerves jolt with excruciation within his arms as painful injections of Lanoxin were applied with the thick solution slowly accessing his bloodstream like coarsely ground heroin.
His eyeballs had enlarged with terror and the blood vessels of which clung to the whites of his eyes had expanded from threads into coils of jute and hemp, and just before his eyeballs were upon the verge of combustion, the eyes' blood vessels began to pop with the feeling of thrusting thumbtacks into your pupils—the blood began to flow from Wilson's eyes as fluidly as his tears. One week later… …Wilson remained unimproved and hospitalized. Schizophrenia is a bitch without a magazine of lead and gunpowder, virtually provided within your standard shoot
Wilson examined his mother—sleeping upon the couch within his hospital room. Then he examined the nurses and doctors—occupied with tasks of which were unrelated to Wilson. Then he examined his restraints—tightened with a constriction of his circulation to guarantee his immobilization. He began to force himself free from these considerably inhumane restraints. It was suddenly as if his irritating IV had been administrating large and stimulating doses of phencyclidine into his bloodstream as his body violently pulsed with rapid vibrations of adrenaline. Wilson began to force his right hand from the strapping—his flesh began to peel but his pain was contained within his determination to perform a stealthy departure.
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