The last 48 hours are a blur. Between the illness, my nightmares, lack of sleep, and the drugs… who knows what I’ve been up to. Night before last I started out in the Eights, I know that… but I was in the outhouse more than the bed, so at about dawn I got up to take a walk. I just needed to take my mind off of those awful images. But that’s really the last thing I remember.

That is until I woke up in the hospital waiting room, I guess I gave up trying to fight whatever it is that has been causing this sickness. I could barely speak by the time the doc got around to looking at me. My throat hurt from all the dry heaving, and my mind was all fuzzy from not being able to eat or drink and especially from not sleeping. Thankfully the doc knew what I needed, good people they got over there at the AES. She must have gave me what I needed and thank fuck for that, the woman must be a goddamned genius. I woke up this morning practically brand new. Now, I can’t remember much from the night before… but I swear, and I may be going a little crazy, but I swear I saw that fucking psycho at the hospital. But he couldn’t have been, there’s guards all over that place… no one in their right mind would let someone that freaking insane roam the halls freely. It must have been a nightmare.

But today I did see him, and it was strange. I didn’t feel that same panic I felt in my dream. Sure I was surprised, stunned actually. And I made sure I wasn’t alone so he couldn’t get at me again. But I felt myself glancing over at him, wondering what he was doing… if he needed anything. Is it possible I feel sympathy for him? I mean he did lose his brother. Ugh, his brother…. the one who started all of this. If only I could find out what happened to him, but no one seems to know. Am I and this psycho the only ones concerned with the loss of this poor bastard?

The only thing really getting me through this now is, somehow, somewhere I seemed to have picked up a new friend. When I left the hospital the guard gave me a mangy little puppy and told me I came in with it. She’s fucking adorable, and it looks like she’s gonna grow up big. Maybe I could use her, train her to protect me. In the meantime I just hope she don’t eat me out of house and home… oh wait, I ain’t got them. Guess I should come up with a name for her, something real tough… oh I know, I’ll name her after home toughest place I know. Detroit.