The door hissed. He opened his tired eyes to see what was happening. "Hello Noah. You have no need to get up, we are bringing you an an advanced care unit due to your severe recent mental trauma. It has caused you not to respond well to our treatments. Don't worry, you will be fine."
Noah didn't move, he was too weak to move anyway. He felt hands on his shoulders, hips and legs. Slowly they slid him onto a different bed, probably one with wheels, a stretcher perhaps. He closed his eyes and let them move him.
Minutes later he was being put onto a new bed in a new room. This room was different, it had machinery and monitors, Noah thought it looked like some sort of torture chamber.
Men and women in light green shirts hovered nearby, all doing some various task. He wasn't fully awake, but Noah could tell now that he was in a medical chamber. One that had the most advanced medical technology known to man. He tried to sit up, but couldn't, something held him back. He peered down at himself and saw that he was strapped down to the bed. He didn't struggle, just relaxed as best he could, hoping he wasn't about to die.
He felt a body coming closer to him so he opened his eyes. It was a young woman with short hair and green eyes. "We're gonna put a neurostimulator on you. Basically it's gonna stimulate the part of your brain that won't react to the treatment, meaning that whatever traumatic memory you have will be revisited. It won't be pleasant, but it's the only way we can move forward."
Noah didn't like the sound of that at all. There was no way he was going to revisit that memory. "Please," He said, "There's gotta be another way."
"I'm really sorry, but you've blocked that memory and numbed your brain signals in order to stop the pain of the memory. We need your brain fully functioning. Every neuron firing and every electric pulse working."
"I can't go back to that. Please don't do this to me, this is worse than death." His voice was pleading, he was begging her. He could not go to that memory.
"I'm truly very sorry." She paused and looked away. "But you don't have a choice." She walked away. What did she mean by he had no choice? A moment later, Noah felt something being pressed against the back of his head. Shortly after there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head as if a thin needle had been stuck through his skull. He winced and struggled against the restraints, but he was no match for them. The pain intensified and soon, he was completely immobilized, drifting into unconsciousness. Then came the memory.
He's walking down a dirt road shrouded by trees and bushes as he makes his way home from work. Then there's an Earth shattering boom. The ground beneath him shakes and he falls over. Blinding light shines through the trees and he sees flaming debris scattered throughout the woods. He gets up, knowing it had to have been his house. He goes as fast as he can to get there, to see what had happened, but soon wishes he hadn't. What was once his home was not nothing but fire and charr. He drops to his knees, tears on his face. His family. He gets up and walks around to the back of his house, needing to know if anyone had survived. What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. No one survived. They were all bloody, burned and lifeless, scattered around his house. He hears someone say his name. He looks toward the sound and sees his sister. She's alive. He feels a small moment of relief before he sees him. A man with a knife walks up behind her and slices her throat. He screams, unable to comprehend, unable to control his feelings. The man pulls a gun out from a holster on his belt and aims it at him. All he can think to do is run. So he does. BAM! A gunshot followed by searing pain and blackness.
