Welcome to day #5 of The Horror of Shakespeare, where I am drabbling every day inspired by one of the Bard's magnificent quotes.

Luke woke up and felt cold metal on his bare behind.

"Bollocks!" was his distinct opinion on that.

Pulling the sheet from off his face, he found it was pitch black.

"Double bollocks!"

With a sigh he banged on the metal door above his head.

"Oh my god, you're alive," said the woman who opened it. "I'm going to get a doctor."

Liam sighed again and pushed his drawer open all the way as she fled. He hated waking up in the morgue. His hero complex was becoming a real problem. Unfortunately, sometimes even werewolf bodies needed time to regenerate.

Many thanks for reading - see you tomorrow :)