Disease
Once more, light and silence greet your awakening. This time though, it seems you will not slip into unconsciousness.
Opening your eyes gradually allows them time to adjust to the intense light of the room. After several minutes of adjustment you begin to make out objects within your field of vision.
You are in an operating room and dressed in a hospital gown.
You wonder briefly what happened to put you in such a state. Before you can ponder upon this too much, you hear sirens outside.
Many sirens.
You try to get up as your limbs and torso no longer feel as strange as they previously had, but you appear to be strapped to the operating table.
You strain your neck to see how you might escape your bindings.
There are nine heavy nylon straps placed at various points on your body; one on each forearm, another on each bicep, two on your thighs, a pair on your calves, and one encircling your upper abdomen.
Whoever secured you here definitely did not want you moving.
After roughly ten minutes of struggling you begin to loosen a few of the fibrous shackles. Luckily for you the happen to be on your left arm. With this new freedom it is simple to pull off the remaining binds.
You remove an IV tube from you arm and also a heart rate monitor on your finger.
Whilst attempting to stand, you quickly realize that your muscles are strangely prone to cramping at the slightest movements. Attempts to soothe them are in vain.
Time proves itself to be the best medicine.
Following a series of test flexes, you start-
Opening your eyes gradually allows them time to adjust to the intense light of the room. After several minutes of adjustment you begin to make out objects within your field of vision.
You are in an operating room and dressed in a hospital gown.
You wonder briefly what happened to put you in such a state. Before you can ponder upon this too much, you hear sirens outside.
Many sirens.
You try to get up as your limbs and torso no longer feel as strange as they previously had, but you appear to be strapped to the operating table.
You strain your neck to see how you might escape your bindings.
There are nine heavy nylon straps placed at various points on your body; one on each forearm, another on each bicep, two on your thighs, a pair on your calves, and one encircling your upper abdomen.
Whoever secured you here definitely did not want you moving.
After roughly ten minutes of struggling you begin to loosen a few of the fibrous shackles. Luckily for you the happen to be on your left arm. With this new freedom it is simple to pull off the remaining binds.
You remove an IV tube from you arm and also a heart rate monitor on your finger.
Whilst attempting to stand, you quickly realize that your muscles are strangely prone to cramping at the slightest movements. Attempts to soothe them are in vain.
Time proves itself to be the best medicine.
Following a series of test flexes, you start-