My... my position here, it's fragile.
The other four... they're... I hope their in a better place.
Me, they only keep me around because I'm free. Slave labor.
The others don't see, don't understand.
If I do anything wrong, the hand will decide he doesn't need me.
I can cure anything, I could be so much more. I could be a famous doctor, amount to anything in the medical field. But no, I'm going to rot here, unless he finishes me first.
I'm a card, one of the many he holds in his white fingers.
The day will come when he grows tired of me.
Then, he'll discard me.