Micah
He had just arrived, to his new, and possibly permanent institution. It seemed large, looming in fact, but he would gladly call it home, frankly he was desperate. It had been years since he last stayed in one hospital, but he knew that was when they we're trying hard to keep him alive. He also knew, this new home, this would be his coffin, he knew completely that he was brought here to die in peace. He took a quick drink from a flash that smelled more like petrol than whiskey, and swallowed it thirstily. Ever since his liver began to shut down, the nurses and doctors simply let him drink, they knew and he knew that he was as good as gone, and there wasn't a point in denying him one of his few pleasures. He was escorted by the ambulance drivers up the stairs and to the front desk, then they quickly left.

"Hello. My name Is Micah, I've been informed this is my newest place of residence."
He said to the nurse behind the desk, in a weak, hoarse voice that was just louder than a whisper.

She nodded, smiling softly then lead to his room. She let him know that someone will arrive shortly to show me around the facility.