Needle after needle, tube after tube. It was like I had paid a visit to an acupuncturist. A bead of sweat rolled off my forehead. It had been an hour since this whole "test" had begun and I wanted it to stop. A continuous pattern had begun, he would inject a new tube into an untouched region of my arm and write down a series of notes onto his clipboard. It wasn't painful, yet extremely nerve racking. I had spent that hour more closely examining the room and thinking of reasons why I was here, having this happen to me.

One of the tools on his work table was a scalpel, one of those things I had seen people gouge peoples eyes out in movies. Another was a long, newly sharpened, glistening butchers knife. Even a assortment of different colored pills lay in neat piles on the white sheet of paper covering the metal table. All these items created a strange feeling in my stomach, almost making me sick. It also seemed that I was wearing a black cotton T-shirt and thin, baggy, fabric pants. This confused too, for I didn't own any of these articles of clothing. My long, wavy dark hair lay fanned out on the pillow underneath my head.

Another doctor then stepped into the room. He looked at me, then quickly averted his gaze to the doctor beside me.

"How are the tests going, Dr. Lane?" He asked him in a gentle, interested voice. This doctor had more of a kind looking face, with soft features. His layered, thin blond hair lay just above his shoulders, his bangs looked as if he needed to push then out of his eyes every few minutes. I didn't feel as tense while he was in the room, which was a good thing.

"Just fine, Aaron, in fact I just finished." He sounded exhausted. I almost groaned out loud. With every little thing injected into my arm, my stress level had gone up by at least 20 points. I was a mess right now. "Will you bring her to her…room for me?" I wondered why he had hesitated. The blond doctor nodded and put a hand on my shoulder, then looked into my eyes.

"Follow me." I hopped off the table and walked along side him down a well lit, hospital looking, hallway. There was a strange sound in the background. I strained my ears, trying to hear what it might be, but nothing came to my mind. I ignored. We then walked by an open door, I glanced inside.

I couldn't believe it.