Chapter 3
Be The Deeply Disturbed And Sedated Killer
His eyes opened slowly as they do every morning, reluctant to see the white walls he dreamed
he had abandoned. His face was void of the makeup that he was used to plastering to his face. He felt naked
without it. The door to his padded cell opened, and in came a nurse whose anxiety rolled off of her in waves.
"G-gamzee Makara?" she asked. The only response she got was his blank stare and occasional eye-blink.
"It's, um well, time for your m-medication." she held her clipboard close to her chest and pulled a syringe from
her dress pocket. She stumbled toward him, her hesitance was quite noticeable, but Gamzee couldn't quite blame
her. He had gained a bit of a reputation here at this hospital. She couldn't not feel fear being that she was his twenty third
nurse. She moved towards IV next to his bed, and stuck the needle through the bag's slot, inserting more sedative into
his bloodstream. He almost giggled at the sight of her trembling. She quickly scampered towards the door and almost
slammed it shut when she finished.
Gamzee disliked and yet loved the sedatives they gave him. The sedatives were annoying because
sometimes they made him forget things, but they also numbed his sadness and pain, and kept him dreaming
for much longer than he usually slept. He loved to dream. His dreams were a most beautiful escape for the
reality he faced. He had heard the whispers of the nurses and doctors. His trial was coming up soon. And he
was inevitably going to be executed for his murderous actions. And pleading insanity or innocent was not an option.
He could only hope his motherfuckin' moirail and his old rappin' buddy were in a better situation than he was.