Disclaimer: I. Don't .Own. SAW.
A/N: Well, sense a few of you were already clamoring for a new story, here's a new one, sort of my version of a prequil; and this one involves John though you'll see most everyone else, but it's not going to go through all of the movies, maybe just the first one ok? Here goes!
"John Kramer?" the nurse came out, wearing blue scrubs, and white tennis shoes. John stood slowly, his knees hurting more than usual. This was becoming more frequent, as well as his throwing up. It had begun to worry him and he had finally made it in to see a doctor. Getting on the scale, the nurse surprised when she saw what he now weighed.
"Wow Mr. Kramer, do you know that you've lost this much weight?" she pointed to the scale and John only nodded. Yes he did, and that was pat of the reason that he was here. Leading him into the room, she said that the doctor "would be there in a minute" and left.
Knowing that he'd be there for a while, John pulled some paper out of his pocket, and started too look again at his drawings for a new puppet, this one he had named Billy.
Hid design had Billy look like a clown, with a white face and red spiral cheeks, wearing a tux and little red shoes. The only reason that John's boss said that Billy might not be "suitable for young children" was that his eyes were red, with pitch black pupils that made Billy look, well… a little creepy. That didn't deter John though, and he kept working on Billy's specifics until the doctor finally did come in.
"Hello Mr. Kramer, I understand that you're here on your follow up visit from last week?" she sat on her swivel stool, and looked over his chart, and then to him.
"Yes, I had some blood work and x-rays done." John replied quietly, his voice not yet that raspy, but it was beginning to show.
"Yes, well, I'm sorry to have to tell you this… John… but I'm afraid that we might have to hospitalize you for some further tests, just a precaution, nothing to be alarmed about I'm sure." Translation: You may or may not be absolutely fucked right now, and we just want to make sure so you don't sue us later if you live.
But John only nodded, standing, his shock of white hair already standing on end. "Alright, what time do I have to be there?"
" I have you admitted for about 6:00 this evening, here are your papers, and we'll se what turns up ok?" the doctor smiled, and led John out the door.
Mak: Well, there's the start, I need 3-5 reviews before I post the next chapter!