Ask doctor to let me quit being in charge of that patient. It’s too weird, still alive, but with wounds that won’t heal. Told the doctor I quit; won’t work at that hospital anymore. The room is filled with insects, even with doors and windows shut they get in to spite me. To the hospital… Feeling bad. Need to throw up. But nothing comes out. Vomiting only bile. Blood and pus flow from the bathroom faucet. I try to stop it, but it won’t turn off. Need drug. Help me.

If you really want to see Mary you should just die. But you might be heading to a different place than Mary, James.

What’s with this room? It’s covered in blood and rust. This is my room, but what the hell has happened to it? This room… is it really my room? It’s in terrible shape. The air is so heavy, my head hurts. Creepy… It looks like a face. What the hell am I writing?

Needed someone to punish me for my sins

I’m the same as them! I just hadn’t noticed it before

Who is in  c o n t r o l?