Trash? Ok. Rejected? Cool. Now Let Me Be Lazy.

NOT TONIGHT

I kept trying to take a deep breath.

Nope.

The blood was backing up into my throat.

I was still choking and gasping for air.

My eyes rolled back and I swear I caught a glimpse of my brain.

The overwhelming flow of blood blocking my throat forced me to try and swallow some.

Ah shit! It backed up into my nose!

I think someone called 9-1-1.

I heard the stomping of boots and lots of light surrounded me.

There were a few gaps in my memory.

You know, the lack of oxygen combined with what I think is called dry drowning.

Eventually, I lost all strength and just couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

'Third time this last few days.

In the woods, you can find them.'

*BEEP___BEEP___BEEP__BEEP*

" Gasp! COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!"

Where-?

" Hey shut up! I'm trying to play Candy Crush!"

I recognize that voice.

It's good old Daffy Duck! That's what I call this quack of a pack doctor.

I was lying in a bed.

I think someone was dying or hurt enough to need a heart monitor in the next room. I couldn't see with the curtains-

Argh!

Chest, back, chest, back, stomach!

Ooh!

I hurt! A real bad!

Breathing hurts!

I fell back in searing pain.

I'm gonna puke.

I think quacky got tired of my groaning because she came over.

She went over to the side of the bed and bent down.

" Shut up. You're lucky I was able to get you away before the humans got to you."

Yeah, lucky.

" It's not even that bad. It just a cold."

Okay.

Why aren't you fired?

Oh yeah, the alpha needs a spine.

Any donors would be gladly accepted.

I waited for Daffy to walk away. Then grabbed the railing of my bed to help me sit up.

I stuffed a part of my shirt into my mouth to keep me from screaming and slid onto the floor.

I stood up and grabbed an umbrella near the door to use as a makeshift cane.

I limped my way to a nearby medicine cabinet.

My backpack was propped up next it.

I waddled like I was arthritis's nasty bastard grandmother.

I hissed as I picked up my bag. I am not staying here, I have a more chance of dying here than outside! Believe it!

And that's when I actually took notice of the cabinet's contents along with all its clear glass siblings that held a myriad of drugs.