He scrutinized his surroundings. It didn't take long for him to understand this wasn't the hospital, the embellishments and style of the room seemed less advanced than what he'd experienced. The four-edge bed pillar has long been forgotten, and he knew this because he'd been starred in historical movies and this type of bed setting was most times present for the flick shoot.
He tilted his head to get more access to examine more areas of the room, and his eyes fell on the chimney. It seemed freshly used if the missing log would be excused. His eyes fell on a lamp which was dimly lit before looked up from the bed he was lying on and endeavoured to think of something other than the bopping rhythm throbbing in his head.
"What would happen if I die?"
"Your vegetative body gives up."
What. The. F— Boom!
Shit.
