Good ol' catalytic Eileen. The ceiling was burning him. The window froze him. Rigby could only lay suffering in limbo as the medication ran rampant through him. Eileen had left many hours previous and he was bored. No nurses had come for him and he lay in bed as alone as he felt. This was day four and his room mate had as far as he knew up and died of some cancer. His eyes started fighting and looked to either side. "Auugh, bored." He could see the words float out of his mouth and hover around him. They were large and red. The floor was a couple stories away so he figured he just had to wait until the nurse came and brought it back so he could go to the bathroom. The words were starting to bounce off the walls and had become fragmented letters. The noise they were making was giving Rigby a headache. The walker floating nearby looked to be a promising way of opening the window to let them out. He couldn't lift the arm closest to the window on account of the cast. He thought that it was really too bad he hadn't been born with a tail. He remembered all the times Mordecai had saved him. The mandarin monsters from yesterday were very frightening and had since decided to stop watching the food network while in the hospital. His groin itched but it seemed like it had dropped to the floor below and was too far away. Rigby liked rock and metal, not this hardcore electronica. Since his legs were so far away he decided to try and lean off the bed and fall at the window. The heat of the florescence was forgotten as the frosted window held his paws. The wintered air killed his emotions. He thought of Mordecai. Heat rose through him and he hated it. A foot out the window. The frosted balcony soaked his paw. The cold made him feel alive. The words blew out past him and in their excitement hit him on their way out. The ice caused him to slip out of the window. City was a boring place. The rotten buildings stunk up the whole town, and the junked out people who lived there just sucked all the beauty out of what was left. The windows reflected a raccoon in his prime. A virile, young, proud raccoon who might have indeed been at that time the fasted raccoon in all the world. He thought of Eileen and felt warm. It was nice. The hospital was quiet that night. No more footsteps than the secretary in the hall who dropped her papers. The janitor on wing 6B walked by an occupied room. The windows there were terrible. The view was just of an alleyway crammed between the hospital and an apartment complex. "Poor suckers. The worst hospital in the country and the shittiest views. Guess you get what you pay for." The elevator ride down was forgotten as it was ridden. Waving goodbye to the blonde secretary he favored he embraced himself for the cold. Walking home was uneventful. The trip took him through the very alley he had seen earlier. The garbage can here had probably never been emptied and so he hugged the wall to get around it. A walker lay in his path and he looked at it for only a moment. "The people here are stupid. Looks like whatever bint threw this out their window left it open too. These people."