Your pain is unbearable. You are always begging for more morphine but it seems the good stuff only goes to combat soldiers and your medical service. You start dragging your wounded self over to the other wounded patients beds and morphine jacking them in they're sleep. This helps but you are using more and more until you overdose and die. They find you twisted in your bedsheets covered in your own shit.
The End
⤓ Wounded by the McFing Experience