The bright blinding lights that reminded him of being on stage, they hurt his sensitive eyes. A rough calloused hand clutched his own but then was tugged away. The rapidly increasing sound of a heart monitor and the stench of peroxide. His chest hurt badly along with his left hip, he heard shouting over the buzz of anxiety in his ears, a blinding pain shot through his body when he tried to sit up. He could hear a familiar voice scream his name, Patrick knew where he was, he knew he fucked. You fucked up so badly fatrick, everybody knows your secret you ugly fuck up.  He was in a hospital.