Next morning come around quicker than any, the slightest strain of sunlight through the miserable cloudline illuminated the room like the night of November 5th, kicking back the sheets I jump out of bed and straight into the shower, Shower gel? check! Razor? check! Shaving foam? Urgh, the one thing to forget and it's my bloody shaving foam of all things. Finishing up in the shower, still miffed the fact I left the shaving foam at home, and it's not like I could just pop downstairs to the local to buy any either, nope because muggins here was quarantined. One plus side is that my stomach didn't feel as bad as it did the night before but that could just have been down to the fact it was my first night and the nerves had set in? who knows eh? 684Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwYGZwvvphO
Getting dressed and again my door falls victim to a brutish knock, hurrying I opened the door while buttoning my shirt, the woman from the front desk again but with no doctor this time, but Mr Hugeous Brutamus was there, arms-length with breakfast, toast, a few rashers of bacon, sausage and some beans, how original, could have been a lot worse though, they could have sent up a bowl of muesli full of raisins, now that right there is a double negative am I right? 684Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyXAb84YeXI
The woman introduced herself as Jessica, amidst her charismatic charm I notice from the corner of my eye a long trolley with a large black bag on it come from the room next door, but I daren't say anything to draw too much attention to it, I introduced myself to her as Mac, because that's what everyone called me so why should things change now eh? She asked me how I felt after yesterdays medication, so I said to her how rough it made me feel but wore off by the morning, I also edged the question in there if many others had a bad night, she just smiled through it as if she'd caught me trying to look up her skirt, not that id do that, yet again it had been some time and she was kinda cute and all. She started writing some notes as she asks me questions about how I feel in myself, not my first choice of conversation with a girl but I guess given my situation I couldn't really do much about it, she seemed happy with the results and tells me that there will be more tablets midday and then more to follow in the evening, I couldn't shake the image in my head of the trolley and black bag coming from next door so I asked her, now who can guess what happened next? With a smile and semi-sarcastic remark, she 'disclosed' to me that "They had bagged the girls bedding" as she was apparently ill in the night, part of me wanted to believe her but my mind was telling me that there was more to that story, so my reply to her? "Oh okay, makes sense" and I tried to shrug it off. See the one thing I didn't think of is that if I wanted to leave this place I wouldn't be able to even if I tried, and that's when the delirium set in, thick and fast.
After the questionnaire, Jessica left, I walked her out like the gentleman I am but only to check something, were the hallways guarded? the double doors at the end of the corridor were they guarded? or was the perimeter gates the main deterrent? what was actually stopping us from just walking out of here? apart from the obvious CCTV cameras everywhere keeping a beady eye on us there wasn't much else, this didn't sit right with me either, something of international importance so sloppily organised or was that how they wanted it to look to make us feel at home? either way, something dodgy was going on. Overthinking again trying to relax I stick the TV on for background noise and flick through my phone, more news articles plastered over social media about more cases daily and how its infecting people faster by the day, the death toll was over 50 in the space of a few days, had its lethality somehow just shot right up out of nowhere? 684Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQIHudP7di
World Health Organisation Officials wrote a statement saying they think the UK had found a way to drastically suppress and mask COVID-19 by injecting small doses of carcinogenic bacteria into one Subject, but research is still underway to see its effectiveness longterm. well, I'm so glad I wasn't being injected! God knows what was in those tablets, many things started to wonder.
Midday comes around and who turns up? Jessica, to does me up, this time with another doctor, one I didn't want to be anywhere near for the fact he had a hypodermic needle and some yellowed looking liquid in a drip bag, erm? that better not be for me because, just a whole lot of nope! the doctor looks like he is enjoying this a little too much, Jess handed me the Tablets which I knocked back like it was a double Jackie D's on a sunset Sunday evening, the doctor starts talking but all I heard was mumbled fuzz, very quickly I felt my left leg go, then my vision blurs as I feel myself go, reminded me of my 18th back in my college years, now that was messy.
I finally come around, and yep! hypodermic needle in my neck and there was me being worried he was going for a cannula, gritting my teeth I pull the needle and hold the vacant hole it had made, necks stiff but still works, my vision clears, the clock above the door at 16:02, I was out for a fair few hours, the drip bag was empty so whatever crap they flushed into me had all gone into me, great start! Sluggishly I make my way to the door and open it, darkness, hall lights flickering, what looks to be body fluid of all types on the floor and all up the corridor but not a person in sight, was I dreaming? oh, I only wish I was!684Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DSSCXtrTC
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