Doctor's POV
He was afraid. He had wanted somebody, anybody to join him in the endless corridors that he was running through, but as he peeked around the corner at the impossible man standing before him he wanted to hide again. The man seemed to have light and time bend around him. While that fascinated him, it scared him at the same time. The man poked his head back through the doors he wasn't allowed out of and a few moments later a woman joined him. She spoke in a soft voice but he couldn't understand what either of them were saying. Their words bombarded his ears as his mind tried desperately to understand. He had heard their words before but he didn't know came and stood at the edge of the stairs.
"Who are you? Have you come to take me home?" He asked her and she looked at him confused. He didn't know where his home was but he was hurting and afraid. Home sounded like the best place to go.
"Please I just want to go home," he said looking at first the woman and then the man. They both just stared at him. She gently gestured for him to come towards her. He hesitated for a moment before he took tiny steps forward on his sore feet. They didn't hurt so much when he ran but after he had stopped they throbbed endlessly.
The woman said something and the man left. He stopped and waited. If the man came back with others he was still far enough away that he could run. He hoped that the corridors would lead him far enough away that he could escape them. When the man returned alone he began to follow them again to the doors. But as he stepped off he saw another strange man and woman staring at him from the side of the room. He turned to head back into the safety of the endless corridors but the man grabbed his arm roughly.
"Please, please just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home," he cried out as they drug him into a room where medical equipment was set up. "Please," he cried out again. The man sat him down for a moment and he took the opportunity to try to run. He was grabbed quickly again as the second man entered the room. The woman was coming at him with a syringe. The needle terrified him even more as he expected pain to follow it. He cried out as she stabbed him in the arm with it. He just wanted to go home. Rather then feeling pain though, the medicine made him drowsy. He fought going to sleep as the man held him down on the floor. He lost the fight quickly though.
When he awoke, he was laying flat on his stomach. Fingers were gently trailing down his back. He didn't dare let them know he was awake. *Please no, not again,* he cried out over and over in his mind. But he didn't dare make a sound. He didn't want them to know he was awake. Not yet at least. He couldn't help the whimper that escaped him though as he felt a sharp pain in his backside. The woman was making gentle shushing noises as she injected something into him. He stayed still as they then dressed him and rolled him onto his back again. He felt the pinprick of a needle once more and then the strangeness of it being left. He opened his eyes a crack, frowning when he saw the IV in his hand. He looked at the woman as he moved his hand over to examine it.
She took his hand, moving it back. The bandages on his arms itched and he went to scratch the bandages but yet again she moved his hand. He glared at her. He was itchy and miserable and she kept stopping him. He looked up at the man as the man spoke. He didn't understand him still but he did know what that man mean when he pretended like he had gone to sleep. He could do that. He settled down and closed his eyes, listening closely for them to leave the room.
Once gone he took the needle out of his hand looking around. He quickly rushed up the steps and back to the impossible corridors. He thought the man and woman seemed friendly but this place didn't seem any better then the place he had left as they to liked to stick him with needles. He wasn't feeling any pain from the needles though and they had wrapped the cuts on his body, which confused him. The man before seemed to take joy in his bruises. The two of them wanted to hide them though. Reaching the box, he grabbed the door handle but as he tried to open them he found the doors locked. He pulled on them and then took off as a third man came in the room. He was afraid still and didn't know where to go. He could still feel the impossible man. He seemed like the safest place to go. The man had been tender with him, even as he held him tightly. He decided that he wanted the impossible man again. He followed the feeling of his strangeness until he came to a room where the man and woman were sitting. As he opened the door, he smiled at them she frowned at him and shook her head.
