[ WP ] A heroin addict wakes up from and overdose in the hospital . During his near death he has a premonition and sees the murder of the doctor that saved him 3 days from now .

The Hospital had been thrown into a chaos that even a hospital would find intense. A few dark holes spotted the white ceiling, doctors were shouting, Dr. Vanderburg ’ s ex-husband was being lead away in handcuffs and a heroin addict was ruining the charts spattered on the floor with an ever-widening pool of blood. 
 Dr. Vanderburg huddled under the reception desk, shaking and sobbing while excessively-maternal nurses smothered her. None of their comforting words of police questions affected her, she stared at the man who had just taken a bullet for her while he was scooped onto a stretcher and disappeared into a mob of doctors. 
 
 
 Three days ago the heroin addict woke up in a hospital, and immediately started calling for the doctor, “ the pretty one with fingernail scratches on her forehead ” insisting that she needed to watch out for “ the blond man with the gun ”. His incoherent babbling made Dr. Vanderburg nervous. He had arrived unconscious and remained that way while she treated him, how could he know about her scars? Furthermore, how did he know about “ the blond man ”? 
 Eventually, he calmed down and, the following day was hustled off to rehab. The doctor found a note scratched on a cafeteria napkin: 
 *You gave me a second chance on life that I didn ’ t deserve. I will return the favor: Tomorrow, 9:15 am lobby. * 
 She pushed it into her pocket and tried to forget. it was all too weird. 
 
 
 9:12 AM rolled around and the doctor was thumbing through a stack of charts on the desk when the ex-patient lurched in. He was obviously high and refused to leave, yelling loudly about how he has nothing and she has a family, and it should be him not her. The police were called and several doctors arrived to try to take him to the psych ward but he struggled and kicked, while Dr. Vanderburg stood uncomfortably by the desk. 
 Until 3 minutes passed. At 9:15, the man Dr. Vanderburg feared most, a blond man with a gun, walked confidently into the lobby. As he raised his gun, the doctor tried to take cover while heroin addict leapt, knocking the attacker to the floor, and receiving a bullet through his brain. 
 
 
 After calming down enough to answer the policeman ’ s questions, Dr. Vanderburg walked down the hall trying to find the man who saved her life. All that was left was a body.
