He woke up to the sound of machines turning and electronics beeping. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants and had an easy view to the window from his bed. On a shelf in front of him about 8 ft up, it had an old TV where a man talked about today's forecast. He mindlessly stared at the screen until he heard ringing in his ear, and he placed his left hand on it.
The surroundings reminded him the last time he was in a hospital, he had to stay there for two weeks after suffering a heart attack at a party for trying to be high and drunk with 10 different brands at the same time; at least that got him a bitch, but for this moment he got nothing. Just the luck of being alive.
He heard the door swing open and saw somebody familiar; it was Marco, his best friend from college. "Why are you here?" he asked, annoyed; seeing somebody was the last thing he needed. "You should greet me with more respect; I saved your ass yesterday."
He scoffed. "Is that so? Then why were you even where I was in the first place? Don't you have a college to go to and get your major in math?"
"Oh, I dropped out." Kawasaki's face widened; he wasn't the type to drop out, especially when getting so close to a major in math. Shit pays like 100k.
"Make no mistake, I didn't drop out because it was too hard; shit was easy, but I found out I could just sell drugs and be richer."
"Man, are you really going to throw your future away for that shit? Come on, bro."
Marco scoffed, "Man, I'm not throwing out my future for nothing. I saved your life, and all you do is bitch. Shit, I should've let you die and sell your organs."
Kawasaki signed and pulled the sheets up. "Well, you can go now. I'm grateful that you saved me, make no mistake, but I'm fine now. So you can get your ass out of here."
Marco sighed. "You really are a bitch." He said before walking out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts.