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I've been sleeping so much I 'm getting bed sores. I can feel them crop up and they itch really badly. When I can move, which is rare, I feel the dried puss sticking to the sheets. The Doctor hasn't been here to see me in a while, I worry sometimes. I'm getting enough to eat though, through this tube in my stomach. Some form of sludge looking crap. I wish I could just roll over or stand up, walk to the window. Anything. I guess it wouldn't make a difference going to the window. The small bit I can see through the corner of my eye appears to be boarded up.

I wake up to the sounds of loud bangs and what seems to be large furniture being pushed against a hardwood floor. Moments later I hear the locks of my door disengage-click-click-click-. The Doctor comes in.
"how are we feeling today Steven?" he asks, clicking and unclicking his ballpoint pen next to his journal-click-click-click-click-. It's hard to speak for I have no need to. No one is ever in this room. I try to answer and my dry sore throat crackles at first like its full of dust and cobwebs. "I feel...like shit Doc." He comes closer to the bed and I can see he has his face all crinkled up like he smells something bad. It must be me, I haven't been cleaned or turned in a while, hence the bed sores gluing me to my sheet, and the bags holding my body waste should really be replaced. "Oh, come now Steven" he begins, "you're going to be a fucking hero. Don't you want to be a hero? People are going to remember you for ever Steven. You just have to stay strong. Now...let's see see see see..." He starts making a clicking noise with his tongue inside his mouth. -click-click-click-click-click-click- "first things first! We must get you cleaned up!" He carefully turns me to one side and I can feel my skin ripping off my back. Then the burning wet sting of antiseptic.

When he's through cleaning me he empties my waste bags and attaches a new I.V. But today he gives me a new shot. He sticks it in my arm and the needle is close enough that I can see the glowing red liquid inside. It's so bright it burns my eyes and it's so hot it burns my veins. "what is that stuff?" I ask. "Steven, this here is your life. It is your blood your heart your brain your lungs. This is everything to you now. This is your soul." "Um...yeah but what is it?" I ask again throat stiff and wanting to collapse on itself. "This is my latest creation. This of course is the first test, with you. But don't worry; it's nothing dangerous or toxic. It's a miracle. Look at it" He holds up a vial which contains more of the strange glowing liquid. "isn't it beautiful Steven?"

He puts it back on the cart and wheels it to the door. Before leaving he clicks away at his pen and starts writing in his journal-click-click-. He writes for a very long time then opens the door, pushes the cart through and turns around. Before shutting and locking the door he says to me, "A fucking hero Steven, don't forget that."

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