49 He poked himself in the eye to wake up.

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He poked himself in the eye to wake up. A miniscule fountain of blood splurted out and down onto his shirt. He got out of the chair and began to pace, blood still slowly streaming down his cheek.

"Can't fall asleep, now can I?" he said to himself.

His pace began to slow as he walked over to the fireplace and leaned against its brick wall. He could feel his eyes begin to droop. He bent over and took a switchblade from his ankle and stabbed himself in the knee.

"That ought to keep me up," he mumbled.

He walked over to the closet in the far corner of the room and pulled out his medical supplies. He began to dress his many wounds. He looked through the medicine supplies and found adrenaline. He injected himself and began to pace more quickly. He looked around the room for something to do or take and his eyes landed on the desk drawer.

He opened it to find three pills of speed and swallowed them almost instantly with no water. His pace quickened even moreso and he finally sat back down into his chair. His fingers rapped on the arms of the chair as his breathe quickened.

He surely wouldn't fall asleep now. And they can't find him when he's not asleep.