No matter where one went, hospital room ceilings all seemed to look exactly the same, without exception.

It was as though the ceiling panels everywhere had been made by the same company. There was no variation, no sense of aesthetics whatsoever. It was just the same monotonous design, dull enough to make anyone despair. The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, while the sour bitterness of medicine still clung to his mouth.

An IV catheter remained in his wrist. The machines in the corner beeped steadily. His entire body hurt like hell, and he could barely move. 

More importantly, the afternoon sun was shining straight into his face, bright and scorching. It was way too hot!

Nurse? Where’s the nurse? Can someone please close the curtains?

Unfortunately, there was no nurse, no kind, gentle young woman hovering over him and taking...