When Paul wakes up and he sees me laying on the ground.. rolled up as a ball.. disconnected to all the machines.. and pulled off all the kind of bandages my body got..

My nails stuck in my arm.. It's stuck there.. I can't pull them out. I'm shaking... I'm mentally panicking.. soon..

Soon Paul sits in front of me on the ground. He tries to hide his worry. He tries to hide his scare.. But I can see deep in those hazel eyes, what he feels. I stare at the eyes.. and like a mirror I see myself, laying there on the ground. Above me.. I feel my ghost/soul slip away.. screaming. It's screaming in and out my head, but I'm the only one who can hear this. 

Paul won't hear it.. 

I feel his warm hands. One of my arm and the other on my hand. He carefully frees my hand from my arm. Slowly I look away from his eyes to my arm.. it swells up from the stuck-in-nails. But.. it's free.. Could Paul free me?

Free my head from me.. free me.. free me so I have control back.

"It will be okay John." Paul says, his voice is a little high and I can tell he's guilty. Guilty for what? 

I stare at my arm, see the swelling come up.. my eyes runs over to my hands when I see small cuts. 

I'm weird.. I'm a creep.. I'm not meant to be here.. 

There is silence.. everywhere around me. Even Paul's breath is quiet.. But inside my head. I hear screams, cries, shouts and people.

Paul pulls me against him. He tries to warm me up. I'm cold.. the floor made me cold.. and my soul is frozen.. I'm an ice-king.. not even a king.. a silly pig. I'm an ice-pig.

Paul whispers to me a song. He whisper-sings it with his beautiful voice. I calm down. My eyes feel heavy and my eyes close. Slowly I get pulled off the ground and laid on something soft.. this must be heaven.. 

I am in heaven..