AMOK|KOMA
This time, I bite down so hard that I tear off a piece of my tongue and I feel warm blood trickling down my esophagus, choking me.
The doctor sees me foaming pink saliva mixed with blood out of my mouth, he runs towards me and turns me on my side. I shake and spasm, my face a distorted mask. The doctor is trying to hold me on my side, but my bonds prevent it.
I see him hesitating and I spit blood. Choking.
He loosens the leather strap on my wrist and places me in proper recovery position.
I breathe once more.
I moan out of my nose and he thinks I’m trying to communicate something. He lowers his head and I grab him by the neck.
I hit him hard on the metal railing of the bed, again and again. “Mgrrn!” I grumble incoherently and on the third blow his forehead cuts and bleeds
