Prompt: Coming undone | Word Count: 1200 wds exactly | Genre: Science Fiction
Warning: Some strong language
The room isn’t much bigger than a closet. Concrete floor, cinder block walls, a single light fixture flush against the 3-metre ceiling. The room is furnished with a cot, a chair. In the corner, a stainless-steel commode. Beside it, a sink. There’s a caged television attached to the wall.
On the bed, Cameron.
He’s dozed off and on since he was brought here, the truck driver uncertain of the dosage and having given him too much. He’s been disciplined, the driver. People like Cameron are too damned valuable to risk on an overdose, and the paperwork, God damn it, the paperwork’s enough to give him an aneurism.