0 +14hrs

I've finally got enough strength to try to stand up and open the door, I think. I'm scared to though. I'm not sure what I'll find on the other side. It's far too quiet beyond the door and no-one's came to check on me at all since I woke up. In fact, I don't there is anyone that will come and check on me.

I have the feeling that something bad has happened while I've been asleep.

0 +13hrs

I fell asleep, propped up against the door. I'm exhausted.

It's quiet outside the door again. Too quiet. I wonder what time it is outside this room. I wonder what Jeanne is up to.

I wonder who Jeanne is.

0 + 8hrs

At the door now and taking some time to breath after falling from the bed.

I think there's someone outside. I can hear shuffling feet.

Can't call for help. Mouth is too dry. Too weak to bang on the door as well.

I'll need to try something. I can't stay here on the floor forever.

0 +7hrs

I've managed to shift my body enough to pull on the cord next to the bed. I can hear a buzzer going off somewhere, but no-one comes, no matter how much I pull on it.

I'm definately in a hospital. Can smell the sterileness of the place, but there's something else in the air as well, something rotten and fetid. Don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep, although I'm dead tired. Got a headache as well, could be from hunger. Body's still burning, but I can move both arms now. Whole of my back shoots with pain when I move, and I feel as if I'm swimming in my own sweat. Beneath the bedsheets and my gown, I found sores on my body, but only one of them has opened and bled. Must have been lying here for a while.

I've pulled the IV needle from my hand. There was nothing in the bag anyway. Pulled some heart monitor cables from my chest as well. No point keeping them on, the heart monitor is dead, and so is just about every other electronic device around me. The dim light above me seems to be some sort of emergency light.

Need to get out of this bed and try to move. Legs fell like lead weights though. It's going to take a bit of time to get out. Hope I don't fall trying.

0 +3 hrs

Can't sleep. Too much pain, and it's getting worse. I feel like I've been kicked by a horse, and it's going to wait till I'm asleep then come back and do it again.

Still dark outside, and silent. Throat's so dry it burns when I swallow. Can't be good.

No-one's come yet. Need to try to pull the cord. Someone should come then.

0 (Zero Day)

Don't ask me what day it really is - I don't know.

There's a calendar here on the wall, but without knowing what day it is today it's useless. Could be current, could be out of date. Who the hell knows?

Hell, I don't even know who I am, really. Can't seem to remember much. Last thing I remember was driving in my brand new Sorento and rushing through the light at 5th and Broad, trying to get through before the light turned red. Pretty sure that I made it. Only thing I know right now is that there's purple fire shooting through my body, and I feel like I'm on fire. Can't seem to move anything apart from this right hand of mine, the one holding the pen. Head burns when I move it.

The room I'm in is mostly dark, and there's a little light coming from underneath the door and from a soft lamp just above my head. No sounds. No birds chirping, no-one else speaking, no noises from trucks or traffic. Dead silence, apart from some shuffling every now and again from just beyond the door. Tried to call out, but my throat is parched. How long have I been lying here?

Lucky that I found this clipboard and pen. Hope my hand stops shaking. There's a needle in it leading off to something. Hurts when I write. Hard to see the clipboard in the dim light without having the shakes too. I think I'm in hospital, so maybe I didn't make that light like I thought I did. Think that needles for an IV.

When did I last eat? I'm absolutely starving.

There's a cord hanging near my head, but I can't reach it. Maybe later, when I've rested.

I hope someone comes soon.