Basil struggled to stay conscious. He was having trouble thinking of anything at all, but mostly he was thinking "not again". He should have known better, there was only so long little dead boys could last before the darkness came back for them. Honestly, he had hoped for a little while longer. There were things he wanted to do now.
There was beeping. Basil couldn't tell if it was in his ears or his head. Maybe it was both. He was so tired. People were talking over his head. If they would only shut up for a little while...
He couldn't feel his phone vibrating anymore. Maybe it stopped ringing. Maybe he stopped feeling anything. Wasn't he wearing a shirt before? Wasn't there someone he was supposed to...?
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, they started pushing him in. If he was able, Basil would have protested. He hated hospitals.