Mark was looking over at Keith, who was one the hospital bed looking extremely pale. Mark was very athletic-looking. He wasn't one to look like a body-bulider but more like a person who went to the gym every so often as he carried large heavy equipment.

He sighs and looks down. "What are you doing?" his head was forced back and a bright light was shown into his eyes. A nurse came in to check on Barry and asked Barry how he was doing. As she continued to talk, Barry became confused. "Huh," Barry said, dazed. His eyes dilated, shot huge, but slowly going small, normal. The nurse coughed and spoke, "Well, the 'experiment' you have been doing has not been the best, but you have a hole in your brain, I am sorry." The nurse gives Barry a clipboard and a pen. A contract.

The contract is something that does not happen regularly. They do not know what is happening to the brain, the nurse keeps putting the 'medicine' into the IV. "It helps the brain, sweetie. You just have to wait till it clicks in."
   
    A little later, after Barry read through the contract and talked to the doctor. He eventually got discharged two days later. As Barry's work was the most important to him. He dreaded coming back to his house, with the mold and dust around the couches, and gray, boring color around the walls.

I knew it. This experiment was really bad, especially now, and knowing that I caused this is even worse. Barry sighed, laying back on the couch after getting released from the hospital, stating that it takes a lot of research and experiments to see how they can fix him. Until they have the ability to fix the people that have holes in their brain, he's allowed to go home.

Barry's room was very plain, there were no family pictures or vivid colors he always liked. Black and white with a bed in the corner, he wasn't particularly fond of the modern colors but he was barely home so he thought there was no point.
   
He was stressed but had this unknown feeling that something was bound to happen soon. "What am I going to do?" Barry lives alone, a small studio apartment. It is spacious. Dusty. Barry is bored. He hears a knock. Getting up slowly, he limps over to answer the door. Barry almost got hit in the head as he opened the door, by not moving back fast enough.
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Another Cliffhanger! Sorry guys, I just got done with this part.

I'm happy that there is even a person even reading this- let alone 6.. I know it may not be a lot but still, I'm happy :3

Next part will be updated next few days or later tomorrow...
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