Delirious
Jazz had been at the hospital for weeks. There was no end in sight for her, at least that’s the way it seemed. She was hooked up to a machine, going crazy. Jazz had never liked hospitals and she was shouting about everything. Thing is, she knew deep down she wasn’t in a normal hospital. It was where they put crazy people and she was going that way too. She was screaming in that room, just like everyone else in the other rooms. She was deafened by delirious screaming and blinded by the bright lights.











