"PATIENT ISN'T responding to any treatment." The faint whispered could be heard miles, within Nathaniel's ear. The hushing words echoed around his ear, snapping him down further, only to be drawn back to the willing arms of darkness.
"He's going into cardiac arrest." Those last words shut the door of reality. Throwing his down the hypnotizing hallow stage of choice. One that might never be.
Flashback
Fumbling hard, concentrating on the task at hand. The red tie around Nathaniel's neck refused to comply with its needs. He could only blame it at the tremble his fingers produced.
The presidential suites, though wide enough, seem to provide less comfort on the disoriented man by the side of the untidied king-sized bed. The white walls, shot through his attire, making appear like the
