The voices inside my head wouldn't shut up. They were like a sugared up gnat, one in each ear, spinning donuts inside the canal. They sounded vaguely familiar, so maybe I knew these gnats from somewhere. Hello gnat who can talk. Can you please be quiet and stop touching me?

Because there was that, too, enough prodding and poking to shoot pain to every nerve ending in my body. The voices stopped then, and a flood of melted chocolate through my veins washed everything away. ...