Continuance...

He cried harder than he ever thought he could cry. His heart ached so hard. He thought he was going crazy, the whirlwind of images blowing his mind. He fell to the floor, clutching his hands in desperation, begging for relief. The pain was almost more than he could handle. He looked up and the world appeared crooked, tilted somehow.

Then the door slammed open with a crash. Four men wearing white came in with a stretcher. The sound of them walking was like an Army marching to a cadence. "How could they be so cruel?" he thought, pounding his head to the floor.

The men gathered our hero and carried him out of his room and placed him in the ambulance.

Some time later, he woke up in the hospital ward, somehow well-rested. The sun was shining warmly on his face. Even the headache was beginning to wear off. He was relieved that the overdose of pills had finally worn off. This would be the last time.