April 28, 2002
It's been… 15 days since I got here. And I still have no idea what is wrong with me. I get that I'm sick, but no one will actually say what it is.
Every once in awhile I'll see some of the doctors' glances when I'm nearby. They're filled with fear and disgust. When I walk into a room, they all seem to hush up and try to find something to do. Maybe they think I don't notice but no one really talks to me and they stay as far away from me as possible.
There's something they're not telling me but even when I ask The Doctor, (he still hasn't given me his name) he only shakes his head and tells me it's a devastating virus. All this secrecy leaves me with a ton of questions and none of them are being answered.
What's more, their therapy sessions are getting weirder. The first day was a 'routine checkup' as they called it. They took my blood and hit my knee with this hammer thing. Apparently the results weren't what they wanted to see, as they didn't let me get a look at it.
A few days after that, they gave me some shots. I learned that needles are scary and I never want another shot again. They told me that once I got them I would never have to get another one so that was good.
The next day, they brought me to this big round machine. They said to lay on the table and the machine started to hum really loudly. Then this thing kept circling my head a bunch times and I started to get kind of nauseous.* I didn't throw up though.
So far, nothing's really happened. Mostly, I just walk around my room and draw on the pieces of paper they gave me. There's not much else to do, since there's no window and they won't let me wander around.
I don't even feel that sick! The only time I felt sick was on the streets, and that was mostly the hunger setting in. I don't know why they're so worried, I feel fine.
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