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by Sonic Prophecy

Here's my addition to Phaedrus's contest... Its also the first story Ive posted to the list (hope ya like it)... I dont know what kind of a mood I was in when I wrote it...

The doctor came in, right on time as usual. 6:00 Am, 12:00, and 6:00 pm, he was never late. As always the two orderly's come in and checked my straps. They said that it was for my own good, but I didn't believe them. They made sure the ones on my arms were secure, then they moved to my legs, still just as tight as when they left me last time. The orderly only stopped at my tail strap for a second, if he kept that up, I figured I'd be able to get it free one of these days. The doctor gave me the needle again, he would do the same thing every time, I guess he liked routine. The pills he gave me tasted like cardboard (as always), but the needle made me feel better, like it always had. I've been here ever since I changed, that's what you get when you wake up one morning to find you're almost an animal. The doctor started to ask me the same questions he asked everyday, I answered the same as I always had.

"Where are you?"

"In a hospital"

"What is your name?"

"Steven H. Row"

"Where do you live?"

It went on like that for some time. Every time he opened his mouth I knew what he was going to say, we had been over this many times before. I just looked out the window and answered as quickly as I could.

The window was my one link to the real world, I could look out it and see children playing in the garden. Sometimes I would see another adult, some of them were like me, some were normal. Once I saw a mountie out there riding on a large brown horse. I sit here all day, just looking out the window, trying to remember what life was like before I was brought here.

The doctor simply stood and walked out when he was done questioning me, I was glad to see him go. He scribbled something on a pad and closed the door, taking a quick look through the small window set in the door. He said something to himself I couldn't hear, and his head disappeared from view.

He'd be back soon though. Just another 6 hours.

"Patient 103 is ready for his shot doctor."

The nurse walked up to me just as I was finishing with the last of my patients, Steve. He was a smart guy, too bad he was stuck in here. At least he would be leaving soon, that made me feel a little bit better.

The nurse handed me a needle and escorted me down the hall to the next wing, it was going to be a long night...

Today they broke their routine. The normal doctor didn't come in. It was a taller slim man who didn't even ask me any questions. He just gave me my needle and left. The orderly's weren't there either. I wondered if this was going to be my big chance to escape as the drug washed over me. This wasn't what they normally gave me, I was getting sleepy. My eyes began to close on their own as darkness overcame my groggy mind.

"Too bad about Steve," One of the other doctors said to me as I walked into the staff room to get some coffee.

"Yeah, I know. He was really vary smart before he went insane, kept insisting he was some sort of an animal, and that some of the other patients were as well."

"Too bad, but it could happen to the best of us. You know 106? He thinks he's got some kind of a monster following him."

I just shrugged and walked out with my coffee. I had to get back to work soon, and my office was at the other end of the building.

As I walked I passed a cart that was being pushed by two orderly's. Tagged to the sheet was a number on a card, 102. Must be Steve, headed for the morgue.

I looked at my watch and jogged down the hall. The Boss doesn't like it when we brake routine...

There ya go!
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Sonic Prophecy
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/area51/corridor/5324
"..please, old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated
and studied, so it can be determined what nutrients they provide that might
be extracted for our personal use."
     -Homer Simpson
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