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A red hot light flashed in the space between John and the creatures around him. The cloaked figures shot backwards, each screaming in a high pitched wail that filled John's head with pounding. The doctor's eyes adjusted again and he saw a tall, lanky figure-again human in shape-stood less than a metre away in a fighting stance. John didn't have a clue what was happening or why it was happening to him but he was just glad to be alive. The animals that hadn't been scared off by the doctors heavy footfalls had since ran to the safety of their nests. John tried to move away but his whole body felt like lead. He turned his head to watch the creatures which stood before him. His saviour spoke in a weird tongue that John had never heard of before. Upon hearing this, the clocked figures turned tail and fled faster than the blond had ever thought possible. He felt his consciousness slipping away from him as he saw the tall figure turn to face him. Words were exchanged but John was too far down the spiral to make any sense of what was said. He somehow felt weightless, but the thoughts to accompany the feeling were lost in the ever expanding void that filled Johns mind.
When the doctors eyes opened again, he was in a large open room. It walls were carefully crafted and the ceiling seemed to have a section which could move away to reveal the night sky. John sighed, he didn't quite know why. It just seemed to be the right thing to do. He tried to move but quickly found that it was impossible, his body seemed to have been somehow disconnected from his head. Something told John that he should be panicking about this, or at least slightly disturbed, but his mind couldn't seem to find the will to care. The bed beneath him was soft, by far the most comfortable thing he had ever lay on before, and there was a slight breeze coming from what he suspected was an open window somewhere off to his right. The muffled sounds of a voice flooded his ears and it took a moment for him to understand what was being said,
'-and try not to move, you won't be able to and it will only frustrate you. It's ok, you are safe here. I gather you are confused so we shall talk again in a short while. Until then, I suggest you rest.' The voice ended but whatever presence had spoken hadn't left the room yet. John didn't know why, but he felt safe in this person's company. He figured it was probably because of the blatantly obvious fact that this person, who ever he was, had saved his life. John closed his eyes again, deciding to make the most of the advice he had been given. Perhaps, when he awoke, he'd feel better. The doctors breathing slowed until his chest was barely moving. His consciousness had long since walked away and he returned to a dreamless sleep.