“You can leave tomorrow if you feel fit enough for it.” The specialist informed me. He then took a sample of my blood and walked away. Now, I don’t know what went on up here in the fifth floor, but someone taking my blood was not ok. I was better now. I didn’t need constant supervision.
But, being alone for most of the day helped me to come up with some very strange answers. First was the Vampiric theory. I thought that I had possibly woken up in an alternate universe where they take your blood to survive. These vampiric creatures looked human but secretly- they’re not.
Another theory was that I had really died and this was heaven and they were making me well enough to live my heavenly life. Or maybe this was hell. But that wouldn’t explain why I felt really good. Maybe they made you feel good and then roasted you.
“Alrighty now, are you feeling fit as a fiddle?” Another specialist asked me as she entered the room. I felt like reminding her that I was not a five year old. I was 14. “Now, a young man named Theoden just dropped this off, he said to say happy birthday, merry Christmas and he’ll be down in about an hour to celebrate the new year.”