My eyes shot open. I was jolted awake by a sudden pain in my arm. I was met by the face of a startled man who seamed to be a medic i couldn't see the tattoo on his shoulder. Where was I? What happened?
I turned to look at my arm to find the source of the pain to find a syringe stuck there it was almost empty there was less than a centimeter of florescent blue liquid still remains.
A sudden feeling of nausea washed over me I thought for sure I was going to throw up. I leaned over the side of the- what was I even on? it looked a bit like a gurney. I leaned over the gurney ready to throw up I then felt the vomit climb up my throat but when it got to my mouth I couldn't taste it or feel it any more.I sat up from that strange experience. I now felt dirty and sick like I had already vomited- had I blacked out? I didn't taste vomit so I looked over the side of the gurney and there was no evidence of anything but pristine white tile.
I looked back up at the medic who now seamed terrified to the point where he was frozen.
Of course I wanted to know what happened, why I'm here, who this medic is and lots of other things about my current situation, but in my immediate state I was overwhelmed with sick feelings. And when I say sick feelings I mean every symptom of sickness hit me all at once I felt like I was dieing. I was dizzy, nauseous, sweating, freezing, and I had a massive headache. Every bone in my body felt like it had been crushed to dust and my skin was burning. I also had a sharp pain in my back, neck, and stomach. It felt like some was stabing me and twisting the knife while it was still in my body but simultaneously I felt like I was having a heart attack and a mental breakdown all while my body was crushed into nothingness.
I screamed out by the sudden rush of pain and my throat was on fire. I now couldn't move I felt any movement would make everything worse. Although I'm not sure how this could be any worse. What was happening to me? I wanted to beg the man next to me to kill me. Maybe I am dieing. I think death would be a better alternative to whatever this hellish experience was.
I sat still movement would be painful and just sitting still I wanted to die I can't even begin imagine how much worse it would be if I were to move.
The only part of my body I could move was my eyes although they also felt extremely dry the pain was bearable compared to everything else. I looked at the man who now was frantic his breathing was heavy and he was pacing back and forth. I didn't examine the room I was in I just stared at him I wanted to beg him for help but the pain in my throat from my scream was still prominent. He didn't glance at me. I had to get help I had to use my throat. I wanted to spare myself from pain as much as I could. I thought to say "help". But what good would that do? If he knew what to do I think he would have done it already.
The way he reacted when I woke and when I screamed told me he had no clue what's going on.
I looked to my arm I had to move my head slightly and that sent a small wave of pain and when I say small I mean huge but nothing compared to the pain I was already feeling. I saw the syringe was still in my arm and some liquid was still in my arm. Was that what was causing this? I didn't think about it for a second more. "arm" I whispered and pain shot through my throat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man turn.
"what?" he asked. " Please don't make me repeat it" I thought as my throat felt raw and burned. He walked over to me I think he understood because I was still staring at my arm. He moved and touched the end and pain shot through my arm. I winced and he Stoped his voice was soft and full of concern
"I'm going to pull it out okay? "
" no" I said without thinking this pain was still excruciating but it was less and that touch had refreshed the pain. I wanted to be put out of my misery what if that shot was ment to kill me and I just didn't get the last part. Maybe that would fix me, or maybe my Judgment was clouded by the pain but it seamed like the best opinion. The alternative was waiting for this to wear off which could take hours, days, weeks!
"push" I said between grited teeth.
"what! He looked at me in disbelief he had moved so he was in my field of view and I stared at him.
" No, no I won't do it. I-it could kill you! It could make whatever this is "he gestured to me" worse." I stared at him begging him with my eyes this had to end. He didn't seam to get the message of what I was saying so I whispered quitely "kill me."
He gave me another look of disbelief and then his expression softened and he seamed to say I'm sorry with his eyes then his expression hardened and he replied briefly,
"I understand." then with out warning pushed the rest of serum into my arm and that was the worst decision I have ever made everything go a million times worse. I screamed till my throat was numb and I couldn't take it I needed to do something. I heald my nose. Pain shot through my face, arm, and hand I felt if I was being pricked by millions of tiny needles. I shut my mouth and sat waiting to pass out and then my vision went black.

Was I dead had I passed out I have no clue I'm just glad what ever that was was over. My eyes fluttered open this time I was in a hospital gown- maybe I was always in a hospital gown, to be honest I'm not to sure. I looked around to see a surgeon tool table next to me on it were scalpels and surgeon siziors and thread and another injection of the blue liquid I instantly reacted and threw it against the wall and shattered it. I didn't want to experience what I had ever again. The medic from before rushed in. Suddenly I became aware that I knew nothing about what happened or where I was or what was happening I struggled to get up and off the bed. I was still soar from all the pain.
The nurse rushed over and pinned me down.
"whoa calm down"
"calm down! Did you see what that stuff did to me." I screamed my voice still in a large amount of pain but nothing compared to what I had previously experienced. I looked down and held up my arms to show the cuts, bruses, and scars that were there from the pain that was caused. But there was no physical damage. I lifted up the blanket that had been draped on top of my lower half and I was shocked. There was so evidence of any kind of pain. It looked like I had never had a cut or scar in my entire life. Even the scar that I had since I was a teenager was gone I had had that scar for ten years! What was going on what happened I was beyond panicked and beyond confused