I've come back to this dreaded place a million times or more. White walls surround me, scare me, taunt me from afar. As far away as the sun, just as bright. These fortifications that contained me for weeks at a time, a stretch unknown, sterile hug without touch. Machines stand over me, I look up with fear. How will these metal mechanics invade? Fear punches me in the gut, like a boxer's finishing blow. My lights fade like the sun-bright dusk walls. Blink, miss it. Pain pushes and prods pitifully.