Three hours later.....

Ezekiel layed on the hospital operating table in a stupor of calm, pumped tight with so many drugs to numb him for the surgery they were putting him through. "Sir, we are happy to say that you're insurance will fully cover for this." Ezekiel replied with a sigh of releif from beneath the scalpels and galls the surgeons above him were using to tuck tissue and compeltely re-construct his jaw to normal. "Would you like us to sow in fake teeth for the ones you're missing here? You're insurance will cover it..."

Ezekiel tapped the table beside him and the doctors began attaching new pearly whites into his head. Everything ifnront of him was spinning slowly- his body engulfed in a aura of calm as his bones and jaw were beging mended with incredible speed by the nice doctors that his past hitman checks paid for. "How am I going to fight vampires if im all drugged up?" Ezekiel sputterd in a almost joking manner.

"Tilt you're head foreward abit so I can see you're upper gum lineing." The doctor replied, passing off this stupid question as a effect of the drugs/

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane