It is entirely possible that the Brahmin doctor in the ICU, having lost
her patient, is out to kill you, take your life for his. Hallucinations
clamour inside the head, the heady mix of final chemicals flooding
the brain is enough to render you delusional. You are unable to rationalise
your exit, the nurses are discussing your options, now the ward team
are voting on life or death. You figure at least three of these bastards
want you dead. You hear them conspiring in the ward, you are too weak
to move. One nurse pleads on your behalf, this man is too young
to die, he is from a poor family, his parents can't afford to bury him.
The Brahmin doctor is preparing to administer a lethal injection to stop
the heart. You feel utterly alone. Now there is nothing left but to force
the brain to stay awake till daylight comes, watch the vultures close up,
as if in a dream. The peewits are in full voice outside the ICU —
they're calling on you
to pass, as if to steal
your soul for themselves.