[...flesh hitting pavement, grunts of struggle and jingle of loose change being lost concerted with a muffled bang to bring an almost rhythmic end to the fight.]
Thursday 10-9-2008
“Doctor, he’s waking”
A soft pleasant voice seems to echo in his head long after words were spoken. As Jason’s eyes, open everything is a bright blur that feels although it’s scorching the retinas of his eyes as a seemingly familiar male voice beings to speak.
“I wouldn’t open my eyes if I were you. Those drugs make
having sight a miserable thing. And don’t worry about trying to move Mr. Reyes, you’re pretty much paralyzed by them too. We don’t want you hopping up and rendering yourself into anything dangerous now do we? Plus you’re just a much better biopsy patient when you can’t feel the pain either. You’re uhm, such a good guinea pig this way”
Confined to the darkness behind his eyelids, Jason is unable to identify who this is or even be sure of where he is at the moment. Though nearly paralyzed, Jason could still feel the cold sinking feeling caused by the onset of immense fear in response to words he’s hearing. He tries to move his limbs but his mind is met with no response from his extremities. His face begins to quiver as he continues to struggle but not even his lips would move to allow him to express his fear and anger with the colorful expletives he often enjoys using.
“Its okay Mr. Reyes, I know you’d be showering me with a graceful uhm, pelting of profanity right now. I appreciate your valiant attempt but I am happy with your silence. The more you struggle the harder the stuff works to keep you under control.”
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