This piece explores a re-enactment of the time I was in-patient at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago, IL. I lost my hair from high doses of methotrexate (chemotherapy) administered for the experimental stem cell transplant I underwent, in attempt to “cure” multiple sclerosis. I was inpatient for 22 days and became a prisoner to the hospital, corporeal body, and mind, as well as an experimental lab rat to the doctors. My life was confined to a small cubicle of space that became my refuge as well hell.