5:36 AM
Staggering to the hallway. Wooden slats creaking in protest as cold feet dragged him stiffly to its end. The overhead light bulb flickers on, washing over the living room area with a hazy yellow. Hands clutched to his sides in an effort to unsuccessfully suppress the crippling pain. Swimming through his conscious, devoid of much else, was the affirmation that this was the most painful experience he could clearly remember. The drywall had to hold him up now, as standing there alone was too much to ask. Skin hot to the touch and head searing with a fiery ache, a pair of shadowed eyes searched franticly for relief. There, against the far wall.
Movement was torture but in time, a warm hand grasped the iron lock and freed the window from its old, chipped frame. Frigid air swept in as morning dragged itself across the sky, and the traces of yesterday’s snowfall continued to float down in fleeting white specks. That rush of air felt like nothing less than a gift from the angled peaks of the soulless, gray city as it lay fixed in static points that broke the deep blue expanse. Eyes closed, he stood motionless in front of the gaping window as the icy wind whipped across his bare chest.
5:54 AM
Vision now blurry, the soft monotony of running water drowned out the imaginary pitch screaming in his head. Standing doubled over the aluminum kitchen sink, arms tightly wrapped across his stomach, he stared down lifelessly at the drain as it gathered the wasted water. Even the New York December chill that brushed across his shoulders still wasn’t enough to calm the feverish heat invading the core of his body. He coughed, covering it with a fist and quickly averted the sight after glancing down at the spatter of red on his fingers. The water took it away.