[ 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 .

I'm sorry in advance, I'd usually put much more effort into a prompt but I'm at work. 
 
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 `` Shot through the heart, and you're to blame, darlin' you give love a bad name.'' 
 
 Those were my last words, the song playing on the radio beside me, the needle tapped my vein, I drew it all in; the music, the heroin, my breath. No more rent payments, no more shitty job, no more debt... no, no more addiction. That's why I was really doing it. I counted down in my head, from ten, nine, you never get far, do you? I was out by eight. 
 
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 He lay there, bleeding out, clutching a picture of his family in one hand and his chest with the other. He looked me dead in the eye, `` CLEAR!'' 
 
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 A jolt. A bolt. A sudden awakening into a world I did n't want to be a part of any more. There he was, no blood, no fear in his eyes, `` Welcome back son.'' 
 
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 Methadrone. Fucking methadrone. Shit makes my teeth itch. My molars are seething. 
 
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 Two days later, cold soup, tastes like vomit. Three minutes later it is. 
 
 I'm breaking. I ca n't do this. I reach for the revolver at two in the morning, but it's not for me. 
 
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 `` PUT YOUR HANDS UP, GIM ME THE MONEY.'' Holding up an old lady at an atm, a new low, but I needed a new high. She turned, ran, but old ladies do n't run fast. I panic, I shoot, but my hands shaking as bad as I'm breaking, and I miss. 
 
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 Collateral damage. An accident. Manslaughter. He does n't look at me this time. Wrong place, wrong time doc. I'm sorry. 
 
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