Her moving him up to sitting brings a strangled cry and his face goes more white, breaking him out in a cold sweat. He's glad of the change in pants because jeans aren't comfortable like this and it gives him time to psych himself up for moving again.

Attempting to stand is agony. There's a band of tight, white-hot pain across the base of his abdomen when he tries to straighten, the world swims in front of his eyes and he can't stop himself retching. He can taste nothing but blood and adrenaline and there's not enough heroin in the world that could block this completely.

'Lets go.'

It'll be hell itself but it has to be done and the quicker they move, the quicker the nice doctors wil knock him out.