Wren’s skin went pale, he closed his eyes and hoped this would all end. When he eventually opened his eyes he wasn’t where he had closed them. It wasn’t a hospital like he hoped but it wasn’t somewhere he had been before, his arms and legs no longer hurt, his throat was no longer stinging. He was in an apartment, the sofa was made of a soft red velvet with gold flowers knitted into the cushion. Wren was almost bothered that he was here, he felt sick just looking at the walls of this place. There was a green telephone hanging from the wall. Wren grabbed the phone from the box that holds it. Wren looked out the window, this building was insanely tall, wren had never seen something this tall before he couldn’t even see the ground. he closed his eyes in fear it made him feel terribly sad when he looked out the window, when he opened his eyes he was no longer in the apartment he was back in his bathroom lying on the floor. He once again had great pain in his arms legs and throat. He didn’t know what was happening. Maybe he was dying and that was a glimpse of heaven, he just didn’t know.