The ambulance drives at one hundred and one miles an hour.

Jumping red lights asif they were legions of ladybirds. They disperse.

His pulse flickers. You draw bumps in the sky with the end of your finger

A smile arises on his face. You match it, but your eyes tell a different story.

The diggers marking out the plot. The last minute dash to buy something black.

Are you gonna be late. Are you too early.

You beg for him to hold on. Hold on to what he says.

Were not going anywhere.

Morphine comes into the equation. But you were never very good at maths.

You struggled with the positives and the negatives. You could never find the
answer.

Or the vein for that matter.

Too busy flipping the yes or no rubber

Too scared to ask it this question.

Rollercoasters for retinas. Flip. Flip. Flip.

The sun smiles at you. Repeatedly . I don’t want to look at it he says.

This is one ride that you can’t get off. Children screaming.

People from the waiting room appear. One shouts ‘Clear’

His hand lessens it’s grip in your fingers. He’s learnt his lesson.

Don’t unsettle the ladybirds.