He woke up to a sound of a bird chirping. The melody felt familiar but so distant at the same time. He wanted to listen more of this beautiful tune, but tiny bird got startled and it flew away leaving only heavy silence. 

He hated hospitals. Since he was a child he resented these enormous buildings with  sickly white rooms. Every single time he visited he thought he will never leave this place. That emotionless doctors and not so caring nursed will find him ill and too dangerous to let him go. They would put cuffs on his arms and legs to keep him intact in one of their beds. Feeding him medication that would not only help but would make him sleepy and disoriantated instead. That year after year of treatment  he would become a ghost of what he used to be. And in the end of the 'getting better' therapy he would end up dying alone, forgotten and unwanted. 

So now, when he's lying on the bed bandaged and sadated in this deafening silence. Only thing he can think of is if he will ever leave this place. Now doctors and nurses know how sick he is. There's no hiding and pretending that he's fine and everything's alright. He just wishes to have someone by his side to ensure him or just to lie that everything is going to be okey. 

In his drowsy state he could hear a soft song of a small bird somewhere not so far away:

It's alright 🎵

It's alright🎵

It's alright🎵

Eeeeverything will be alright. 🎵