ethereal imp

There was an imp, a three-foot tall harbinger of things unusual, sitting on my chest on the hospital bed. He was heavy, and I couldn't breathe.

"I know something you don't know" the Imp said in a teasing, whiny way.
I couldn't get enough breath to ask what it was. That didn't stop the little bastard telling me. tho.

"This is how you are going to die, big guy. Flat on your back and gasping for breath, looking up at blank ceiling, or the faux-nice some nurses have. not now, not tonight, but unless you manage to get yourself shot while arguing, or run over by a bus, this is it, this pathetic fate awaits you. Have a nice day" it said, then fucked off to wherever hallucinations go when I am not around to notice them.