a night with prescription pills

I'm sitting in a worn & restless twin bed trying to filter through the echoing sounds in this terrifying hospital. It's enough that I'm freezing underneath 3 blankets, but all day, and all night, horrid sounds bounce off the four empty walls of my foreign and empty room. The attempt to discern where, or how far, the sounds come from is almost impossible.
Two voices blather incessantly interjecting gurgled monotone chuckles into the dry hospital air. Shrilly laughter & shrieking cackles are coming from within the nurses' station. Squishy rubber sole wrapped feet squish squash their pathway down linoleum floors and seem to meander between the sound of pay phones ringing and the electrical hum reverberating in these halls. And if you listen just right, you can hear the tick of the hallway clock, and like a metronome it keeps time & pace of this psychotic symphony.