Chapter 37 37 Thom in bed

Day after day passed.The piles of shit, the toilets, the meals brought in by the Moroccans, the heat, the smell and the loneliness, the fear of death.It was here that Thom had just found an idea of ​​how to live.It really looked like it was going to die.Tom's body is getting weaker and weaker.The owner of the apartment and the Moroccans don't care about that at all.They see Tom as a drug addict.If he died, they could divide his luggage.Whenever Tom stood up, his knees shook and he felt sick and sick.If he lay down, the whole bed would shake and he would feel like throwing up too.Once he thought of the doctor.But why did the doctor come here?Money is also running out.It seemed that Tom must die, in this city he hated.When the apartment owner hasn't received his rent at the start of the new week, he walks into Thom's room.In this very room lay Thom, emaciated, curled up where he had pulled himself, amidst the stench.