Leo dressed slowly, carefully. Every movement generated a riot of hot and cold sensations. He was getting off the morphine after ten days and it was time to go home.
Slipping on his coat, he noticed a sharp tingling move down his spine. It spread through his legs as he stepped into the hallway. His stomach knotted. I've got to keep it together when Sam comes up, he thought. She won't marry a crazy man.
The nurse saw him lean against the wall. She walked over, concerned.
"Morphine must be wearing off. I'm just not used to feeling all of this."
"Remember Leo, the doctor said it would hurt but that you could manage it." Leo looked at the nurse's face and something shimmered behind her. Like heat on pavement.
"What's going on, Leo?"
"Just my eyes playing tricks on me." He said. "Nothing really."
Whenever the painkiller diminished he'd start to see weird, threatening shapes. Dr. Simms said his optic nerves were slightly damaged and that he wouldn't hallucinate as long as he was tanked up on morphine.
But now the morphine was wearing off.