His eyes felt heavy from the drugs making it very hard to concentrate on his surroundings. Usually Mick would have given in ages ago, but he wasn't in his hotel room with Keith just passing time, but somewhere else entirely and he knew he needed to be in the right state of mind if he wanted to have at least a chance at an escape. In this state however, there was no need in even trying, all he could do was float around and wonder how he had ended up here in the first place.

His memories were all blurred and juggled. An unclear mess making it nearly impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. All he knew was that his old life seemed like it had taken place an eternity ago, a whole different universe filled with music, parties and women. The universe, he was now in consisted of a white room and a cloud of comfortable numbness on which he floated day in and out, brought to him by Sister Morphine, whenever the veil was just about to lift like it was now. However there was no trace of the dark blurry figure and the cloud disappeared more and more.

Mick turned his head to get a better look of the room that had become his universe. The bed he was on seemed to be beside a chair the only furniture. Nothing that helped him much in his situation, the window and the door might be a better chance, if he could get out of bed. His legs felt wobbly, which wasn't surprising, he had no idea when the last time was, he had used them. Still it was worth a try, he had nothing much to lose anyway.

His arms were stronger, making it at least possible for him to sit up and move around. He pulled his legs to the side of the bed and with a little push he managed to get up, but his legs were still too wobbly to stand and couldn't hold his weight. He cursed, but at least he was still drugged up enough to not feel a thing of his fall. Mick wanted to try again to get up, but changed his mind, because he seriously doubted his legs would get any better soon, however he had not much different choices. He could either get back in to bed or he could try to crawl to the window to find out where exactly he was.

Mick sighed and started to move. He dragged his body across the floor thanks to the little strength he had already gained back in his arms. However it became exhausting fast and the numbness was definitely not helping. He felt so damn useless and frustrated, and wondered why these things always had to happen to him and not somebody else. He hadn't done anything wrong, at least nothing that would earn him this. Mick had nearly reached the window, when he heard the door open. There she was Sister Morphine, ready to send him back in to his universe of numbness.

Before he had only caught a glimpse of her dark grey dress, which had reminded him of a nun of some sorts, but even now with a clearer mind she looked like on. Her dress reached her feet and concealed her body form rather good, if Mick would have had to guess, he would say that even though she looked rather small, that she was fit. The Sister looked like she was not afraid of hard work or off anything much. She had one of those faces, which had already seen too much and where you couldn't exactly guess how old she was either. She could have been somewhere between 19 to 36 for all Mick knew. Her hair however, was so strictly pulled back together in a bun that it made her seem older and the colour wasn't helping much either. It was so light that it nearly looked white, but Mick was still too high to really recognise any details, beside the silver cross necklace that she wore, making him wonder again, if the woman really was a nun or only really religious.

"Oh my goodness! You shouldn't be up, that's very dangerous in your state. We don't want you to get hurt, do we? Imagine if something happened to your beautiful face, I would never forgive myself. Come on let me help you."

Mick could hardly protest, in this state the woman was stronger than him, even if he hated to admit it, he was really weak. She laid him down on the bed again and hovered over him. "Isn't that better?" She asked and started to caress his face. Mick wanted to push her hand away, but he had no energy left. The crawling had taken most of it up.

"Where am I?" Mick mumbled.

"Safe," she replied smiling.

"Where...?" he tried again.

"You don't need to worry your pretty head about this, I won't let any harm come to you and you must be really tired after your little adventure. I'll better give you your medicine, so you can get some sleep." He wanted to object, but it was too late. Mick could already feel the needle inside his arm.

"Where- the others?" he stammered.

"You don't need them, you're better off without them anyway. They are a bad influence on you, a very bad. Just close your eyes and sleep. You need your rest after the accident."

Accident...? He wondered, but couldn't voice his thoughts any longer, he was already back on the cloud again.

As the last chapters gif already suggested this is loosely based on the novel Misery by Stephen King. (Oh and no I haven't seen the movie.)

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