A crazy was tapping at one of the air vents, grumbling to himself every time the dog barked. He was indeed the source of the stench the dog was barking at. Behind him, a surgical table with a blanket on it began to move. The blanket fell off as something threw it's weight off the table. The pillow was grabbed by something that was walking over to the crazy. A gloved hand rested on the crazy's shoulder as he turned around to meet the other gloved fist. The knuckles of the gloves were studded with small bits of metal. The crazy's head connected with the wall when the pillow smothered his face. "I try to sleep... Surviving this mess takes a lot of effort... I need my energy... And you get that dog going!" a male hisses as the crazy struggles to get free. The gloved hands do not release the pillow until the crazy lives no more. The male with gloves slams a boot into the face of the crazy before walking away and exiting the hospital through the back door. All that remains is a surgical table with no pillow and a blanket half on half off, a crazy, pillow in his lap with the shape of the underside of a boot on his broken face, and a small trail of blood in the shape of the same boot that fades as it goes, until it stops at the back exit of the hospital, door opened.
