Flashlights and Slimy Doctors
“Oh gods…” My head was pounding. I looked to the left, or at least, I thought I did. Everything was black, and I seemed to be strapped down.
My limbs felt heavy, I suppose I was strapped down to prevent overexerting myself. “Hey…” I called out feebly, hoping someone was nearby. Everything was silent though, except for the occasional rustle of fabric, or me moving to a slightly more comfortable position.
The last thing I remembered before IT happened was a bright flash of light. I have no idea where it came from, but I was inside… Maybe someone slapped me with the end of a flashlight? No, I wouldn’t need to be strapped because of that. Besides, it was daytime. Why would anyone have a flashlight at noon?
‘It doesn’t matter…’ I thought, as I heard a sound directly in front of me. The pressure on my body was released, and I could see again. Unfortunately, the one to greet me was a comely man, a bit slimy looking. ‘Ugh…’ He furrowed his brow, evidently this was not the reaction he’d expected. Ah well.