My body was wrapped with a light blue thin-layered cloth like a morning glory. Unlike morning glory, this “flower” gives off a pungent smell of detergent which smells like some cheap toilet chemical.
With my back leaning against the white pillow where the adjective “fluffy” is missing from it, I could feel that my body was protesting.
My body is filled with stressed which accumulated over time had finally reached its limit and is now crying for a good rest. For once, my body had refused to listen to my command and had sought refuge in the fluffy-less bed.
A red wristband was attached to my right hand, making me feel uncomfortable whenever I moved. Tied to the wristband was a small piece of paper written “Kobe” on it. It was my name.
A small syringe was stuck into the purplish vein of my left hand. Dark red crimson blood was filling it slowly while the syringe was slowly being pulled.
Yes. There I am, lying on this hard bed with two healthcare staffs beside, collecting my blood sample
“Ouch ouch” I cried not because that I have trypanophobia but because it is really painful to had your blood forcedly extracted by the merciless syringe.
“Alright I’m done” The doctor in white said that as he removed the blood-filled syringe away from my vein.
The agony from the needle was over.
But this is when the next agony begins as he starts to question me about my escape in the previous stay which is the last time after I got into the fight with Darwin’s lackeys.
“Nothing good happened when you came here…” He said it impatiently and without any sense of his pristine professionalism.
“I’m supposed to be having lunch with a group of trainee nurses but now-” He complained while recording down my condition painstakingly on the paper.
“Stop-“I interrupted him before he continues his long “speech” like the previous time he did.
“I already given you this much of blood” I added subconsciously without knowing that it would be better if I didn’t said this as this sentence sparks off a new topic for his complaints.
“This much of blood?”
“You think this is a lot?”
He held up the syringe containing my blood against the light, making the blood giving off a warm translucent red light.
The next moment, he was asking the nurse beside him to help him search for something. Upon hearing that, the nurse sighed and starts to search inside the bag.
“Wait till you see this...” He said it while waiting for the nurse to retrieve something from the bag
A dark plastic packet was then passed from the nurse to his hand where he held that dark packet right in front of me.
“This is what I called much…” He said it intimidating as if he was taunting me.
That dark liquid was wrapped inside a thick layered of high quality plastic and rubber. The dark red substance glow mysteriously but magnificently under the room light. It was blood, in fact a packet full of blood which commonly seen inside movie where vampire break open the blood vault to steal these sinister packets.
“You want to see a trick?”
He asked me this simple yet mysterious question.
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