You are given a slowly stronger and stronger routine of opiates. A bad injury that left an exit wound. Your lucky to be alive, or are you? bowl troubles, horridly nasty belly scar. Chronic pain and sickness. At least there's the pills. You take ungodly amounts and are deep addicted. One disparate Saturday night you finally take a fatal dosage of pills and die in a pile of your own shit and puke.
The End