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Confused. In pain and confused. Though, what do I care, I’m about to die. The stranger above me bends down as if to touch me. Adrenaline kicks in. This man is going to hurt me. He is going to make me suffer more, push me to my breaking point, and leaving me to die. I recoil and snarl and growl like a wounded animal. The man withdraws quickly and eyes me with great concern. “I’m not here to hurt you. Whatever harmed you is gone now,” he says in a soothing tone. “You can trust me. I’m the Doctor.” He hovers over me for a few minutes, looking at me with those eyes. I look back through them and see the wh

 My mind is a machine, ticking away like a broken clock. The thoughts and information get stuck every so often. It jolts and rattles like a sticky record player. Images and streams of data dash before my eyes. Prickles of pain shoot across my entire body. One image lasts longer than the others, blue eyes. They’re the eyes of the bluest blue. They’re so cold and menacing that my lungs don’t function. I’m drowning, drowning in a vacuum, my mind being ripped apart in an infinite amount of directions. The fragments are sucked in the vacuum and implode. My eyes shoot open and my lungs strain and draw in black air, air full