DESCRIPTION:
A song written for and dedicated to all of the friends and family that supported Singer/Songwriter B-nign while he was in the hospital after being burned on 20% of his body.

This is a story of the month long stay at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Tx.

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Dedicated to Jamie, Kyle, Xavier, Ricky, Dondrae, Mom, Dad, Nichole, Chris T., Cody, Corbin, Shimmy, Brittany, Jessica, and anyone else who reads this.

Describe the pain to me from 1 to 10. Fucking 10. But I won't try to
put up a fuss. Ambulance gets in an accident when a red diesel
backed into us. I can see the finish now, but no one's ever gonna
win. The second ambulance is here. They load me in. I can see my
screaming mom and I pass by my friends. Looking down at my hands, I have to hold onto my skin. I can see the freeway now, but my lights start to dim. I guess I should not have survived.

IV stuck to me like figuratively legal heroine. evidently if you
wanna breathe, grab a mask beefour you come in. A drifting glimpse is all of the memory left of this moment. A fleeting glance, then all of the memory will be gone soon. Most of this day will be gone, most of ( ) this day will ( ) memory will be.. Cole is gone and
I'm in a new room, and I swear, did the news just say that it's noon? I guess I should not have survived.

I guess I better get used to this. How much school am I gonna miss? I don't really care. Can't miss my friends when they're all here! Cody and Kyle and Shimmy and Chris, Hard to complain in a setting like this. But then for me, literally, it goes from light to darkness.

When did I fall asleep? where is everybody at? 4 AM the nurse walks in starts tying off my calf. Needle to the vessel. Feed it to a
scale. So this is my routine, at least til I get well I guess at
least I survived.

Needle to the vessel, feed it to a scale, Time to wash the burns,
Hold this and inhale.

Mario turned a buck into a rose when Jessica came to see me through my woes. and it felt like everyday I got a visit from a friend or bro. but, I keep drifting and again I'm alone. I make no sense on
the phone and I wanna go home. My back is soaking the bandages with puss and sweat, my cells making clones. I'm loving this Boost, but the food's getting old. The Hollywood Blondes camera's on it's last roll. When Owen, and Pillman and Eddie all still had a few years
left in them to go, I guess I could have not survived.

I'm sick of never knowing what time it is. Whether I'll be blinking
or sleeping if I try to close my eyelids. Intravenous liquid
dripping. 2AM. I made a game of watching all the little bubbles
moving through the fluid. Medical tape eclipse. Chemicals feel like
bliss. But the nurse has come to take my blood, can't take much more of..

After the 3rd viewing of The Prestiege. This time without all the
drug induced sleep. The doctor comes in to explain the surgery. 1%
Chance of death, yadda yadda, sign here please. We're gonna slice
off a few layers of skin. Wring it between a couple of spiky rolling
pins. Staple that shit to your back, that's a graft.

Rise and shine. Oh shit. This bed is moving and I'm mobile. Moving
into a giant elevator. Guess there's no more snoozing. Cotton swab
to skin. Scary table. How you doing? Nurse says, "What's your
birthday?" it's um..

Ow my legs fucking hurt. Lights so bright. Back inside. In my head.
I survived. Human made. Unafraid. Tardigrade. Building to serenade. Tardigrade.

Gotta add a little walking to the drawing and the stretching for my
recovery. So much for just my back. My legs now to will tell the
story. But, I'm so lucky and I feel it now more. Out of all the the
burn victims on this whole floor, some of them blinded, most of them crippled, trying to make sense of this behind these closed doors, Corbin's behind me holding the IV pole. 3 rows of tiles, turn around take it slow. Corbin didnt here what was said, so, he just kept walking instead. It gave me a tug, but didn't unplug and we had a good laugh about it.

If he's Darkwolf. I'm The Human Tardigrade.

In my bath, on my drugs, the doctors giving tugs. The staples aren't
ready so we'll rebandage. But, if you want out tomorrow you have to do it without meds. I can stand it. No morphine, No NO2 only to
prove that you won't leave here addicted. So I had one girls name in
my head until the last staple was lifted. With my sketchpad in hand and a lap full of gifts. Easter basket/pillow/and exercise list. Bandages fresh. Tell nurses bye.
Ready to take parklands elevator ride. Hospital lot. In a wheelchair
distraught. Nichole and her mom did WAY more than alot. They also went to get the girl in my head when I couldn't be there for her
like I said. I would have wheeled this chair there if I could of.
But then I saw her and I stood up.