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In the past there were many violent calls, puts at risk our lives and well-being. We learned to survive, but have not eliminated the threat of life. Home, school, hospital and health system in General, work and so on, that provides the basic needs. But there can not be a standard ideal for everyone. Every generation has to build on what was done to him.

Psychiatric hospital - prison for the innocent.

- In hospitals we use codes. Code is slow when the patient is doomed. You have to make a fuss. Gradually introduce the family to know.
- Why are you telling me this?
Because it's about you, man. Your loved ones don't know what you're doomed.

Since he left the society of normal, sane people, an eternity - now normal people were his comrades in the ward.

Tiled floor, walls cracked,
the dim, flashing light.
I will love you, even if
even if
you
no.

When all things go well, the hospital is a salvation for the prisoner. But when all things are bad, the hospital can only be the morgue.

It all started with a few weird news stories. And then it happened so fast, everything happened suddenly.
Two weeks later, I came to the hospital, the soldiers shot people in the hallways. They shot at people, not walkers.
Then the walkers broke through. I tried to get you out. Tried. We couldn't have done it. There was no way out, man!
And I knew it, I couldn't live with it. I could not live. But I had to. I have not saved the life of Lori and Carl.
It was they who supported me. I want you to know that I wasn't even looking at her before.

Murphy's law: when you need to go to the hospital, always weekends or holidays.

Anywhere Newspapers are not as long as in hospitals.
Nobody keeps magazines longer than hospitals.

In an attempt of self-destruction to get drunk
and go crazy on the comfort stations in the hospital.

As armor - in my chest,
In my hands - strong armor,-
Just wanted to shout: "give me a Horse, a horse!"-
A horse and gallop away from the house!

Stayed in the hospital, on its territory, a simple old-time charm: no plastic bags and empty jars from under Coca-Cola on stone tracks, not one Billboard, not one variegated kiosk. Slowly walk the endless circles of the people - gray, old, limping. They come, staring with unseeing eyes on the Golden beauty of withering trees, the blue gaps between the leaden clouds, the grey walls of the hospital. Recently... it was quite recently - and life, youth and happiness. Scary words - heart attack, stroke, tumor belonged to some alien world and not taken seriously. Just like not taken seriously the possibility of injury and death in foreign wars.
Forward, forward! In the endless circle of happy are the inhabitants of the hospital. Those who can walk.

Terrible that such a thing as the logo of the hospital on the parcel, could cause me so strong reaction. I again heard the sounds of a blood pressure cuff on my forearm, saw cutting eyes the blue of the curtains in the house emergency room, felt the taste of salty tears incessantly. The nightmare returned. I closed my eyes to stop, to shut the memories, send them to the hospital, where he had left. But, opening my eyes, I realized that they were still there, waiting, when I plunge.

- A bite of happiness! Scratch and make a wish!
- Something I'm not well Take me to the hospital.
- Finally do what I want!