After sweating, shaking for a bit, and almost crying, I reach the point where I NEED to smoke something. "This and weighing so little is what a basement for five years does to somebody..." I gasp. A gag suddenly comes out of nowhere. "Oh Jesus!" I shout as puke flies out of my mouth and all over the floor. The security men come running. "BATHROOM!" I gasp as I puke some more. The release me from the bed and rush me to the bathroom. "PRIVACY!" I shout as I shut the door. After puking a bit, I quickly pull the bulb out of the lamp, smash it over the sound of the toilet flushing, pull the switch off the wall, grab a loose wire, burn the inside of the bulb and inhale the smoke. This, not agreeing with my body, sent me into a coughing fit. One of the men run in, shutting the door behind him, only to get a hand to the back of the neck and a forehead to the toilet. He was out cold. I quickly open the door, hitting the man listening in the face, knocking HIM out. The last man looks down, only to get punched and shoved into the bathroom, landing next to the other man, with his bleeding forehead on the toilet. I drag the last man into the bathroom, check to see nobody saw that, and dash for the back exit, ducking in rooms to hide from security peoples and Enforcers. To my luck the back exit was guarded, so with the luck of windows I was on the street. The nearest civilian didn't enjoy that, for he was pulled into a bush and knocked out. With a hoodie to guard my identity, I ran away from the hospital, and once I reached a decent ways away, began walking like a normal civilian.