Chapter 8 – The hospital
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The stage is set. The foundations have been laid. Now my plan will come together.
Flynn
"We need you to stay as still as possible in there." The doctor said. I was inside a CAT scan machine dressed in a hospital gown, finally getting medical attention to address the hallucinations I had been experiencing for the past month. The table slid back into the machine, and I was greeted with the constant and unrelenting shriek of the machine. The Doctors were looking for any physiological reason for my hallucinations, perhaps a brain tumour or some other sort of malignancy, though biology is far from my strong point so my understanding was limited at best. After thirty minutes, the machine stopped, and the table slid forwards – allowing me to re-enter the world.
"Well good Doctor, what is the prognosis?" I queried, removing my hospital gown and getting dressed back into my own clothing. I admit, I was worried to say the least. While one had faced death many times on the battlefield, I'd rather face the enemy head on and fall side by side with my brothers in arms than be taken by an illness.
"Doctor?" There was no response. I had finished getting dressed and stood up from the table, walking to the door of the observation room situated in the corner. I knocked on the door, but received no response. As such, I opened the door to the observation room, but it was empty. The Doctors were no where to be seen. Where had they gone too? The events of the previous few days had made me exceedingly paranoid, so I unholstered my concealed carry. I walked over to the exit, and put my head up against the door. My ear connected with the cool surface, and I listened carefully for any sign of what may be on the other side. Nothing. Not a sound. Not a whisper. Nothing. I gently pushed the door open and kept the pistol close to my body, and entered the hospital corridor, the same corridor I had previously walked through in my Apartment. The tiles, the cold damp smell and the blood which had now stained every perfect white surface with a gruesome red tinge. I aimed down the sights of my pistol towards the end of the corridor except, where there was once an ornate wooden door of Victorian design, there was now a set of opaque glass double doors. A bright light emanated from the opaque glass door, illuminating the corridor in an eerie red glow. The corridor was deathly silent, and my heartbeat echoed off the sanguine walls, filling the hallway with a soundtrack which spoke of immense fear and terror. I carefully walked towards the end of the hallway, placing each foot in front of the next with grit and determination. As I reached the opaque glass doors, I saw movement inside. Keeping my pistol close to my body, I opened the door. It was an operating theatre. At least six individuals dressed in blood soaked scrubs surrounded a body. One of the surgeons looked up, but did not look at me. They looked through me, as if I wasn't there.
"We're losing him! Get the defibrillator!" One of the Doctors ordered.
I walked closer to the body, a soldier still dressed in full gear. His shirt had been sliced open and his chest was covered in thick bruises, with blood leaking from his stomach, legs and fuck knows where else. Something was familiar about him, I'd seen this person before. I walked round to the other end of the bed and looked at his blood drenched face. It was me. This was the operation that saved my life after I was shot several times, after I mercy killed my friend. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. A woman stood before me, the same who had also drowned me in blood before. She leaned in to kiss me and after our lips connected, I woke up in the CAT scan machine.
"It happened again Doctor, I was just there. Another hallucination." My head was fucking killing me, and I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Well… That's odd." The Doctor replied, his glasses on the end of his nose as he looked at me over the top of his spectacles.
"Why?" I said, sitting on the end of the CAT scan table.
"There's nothing wrong with you."
After the CAT scan, I got dressed and rode the subway back to my apartment. How could there be nothing wrong with me? If it wasn't anything physiological, then am I just losing my mind? I don't know what would be worse, a tumour or mental illness. After I exit the subway, I took a taxi to my apartment. As I exit the elevator and walked to my apartment, the door was slightly open. I unholstered my pistol and opened the door, scanning the room for any intruder.
"That's no way to greet me."
I recognised the voice. A beautiful feminine voice of perfect femininity. Sayori.
"I didn't know you were coming here."
"I wanted to surprise you." She said, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me in a passionate embrace. We spent the night together, exploring each others bodies. I'm falling in love with her, and I'm sure she's falling in love with me. It's perfect. I don't care if I have to deal with vivid hallucinations I just want her. I woke up in the middle of the night, with Sayori next to me. She was lay on her back, facing away from me, and I stood up to go to the kitchen for a drink. As I entered the kitchen, the front door opened. Sayori entered the apartment.
"Oh! Gee you're awake! I wanted to surprise you!" Sayori said, running over and hugging me, pinning my arms to my sides. But if Sayori is here… Then who did I just sleep with? We both heard footsteps coming from the bedroom and, stood in the hallway, was Monika.
