Song on Shuffle: "Numb" by Linkin Park
How he would kill for a shot of scotch right now.
Thirty hours... Thirty whole hours in this hell-hole, surrounded by death and agony. The hospital reeked with anguish and fear from both the ill and their caretakers...
All of them, that is, besides him. Percival Cox rested his head against the wall behind him, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to rid himself of Sacred Heart's bussle. No matter what he did, though, or where he went, the stench of this morbid place followed him. When he was younger, such a thought had been disturbing at the least to him; he did all in which he could to get away from the grimy grip death had upon this place and the majority of people within it, but it soon became something that he just had to come to terms with.
"Dr. Cox, come quick!"
His eyes snapped open, darting to his left to see a parade of staff heading his way. Within their circle, resting upon the pushed gurney, was a young man as still as the line soon flashing across his monitor; Near the back of the pack came Dr. Dorian's panicked voice, "We're getting a flatline people, hurry it up!"
Perry soon followed into the crowd, his past lesson surfacing as he nonetheless worked with the corpse before him, Death happens to us all.