Chapter 3 | Patient

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As I look out the window of my new room in the lab, I already start to miss the outside.

Since I'm staying in the lab long-term because of the virus, the Professor set up a small room that I can stay in while he researches it. I was moved to it a little while ago, and the Professor made some changes to the way he'll monitor me while I'm infected.

Instead of constantly being connected to things such as a heart monitor and IVs, he's attached something like a bracelet to my wrist that's transmitting things like my vitals to a monitor in another room. That way it won't be so hard to keep track of the virus, and I have an easier time moving around.

It honestly feels like a hospital in here. Blank walls, stuck in a room, hearing the whirring of machines coming from somewhere, being stuck with needles every so often... like I predicted, this sucks. I keep staring out the window, which faces the forest surrounding the Red Kingdom, watching the occasional bird go by and the rustling of leaves from the wind. At least the Professor was nice enough to put me in a room with a window...

 At least the Professor was nice enough to put me in a room with a window

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I hear the door open, and turn to see M entering the room. Finally, someone other than the Professor or the robot. As M makes his way over to me, I slide off the windowsill and face him.

"Hey. How are you doing?" He asks.

"About as well as I can in this situation." I answer, sighing. "To think that just this morning I was just hanging out with Time..."

"Seems life had other plans." M says, patting my shoulder. "So, has the Professor done anything crazy yet?"

"No, surprisingly, just sticking syringes in my arm every so often."

"Well, the stronger cures from the Green Kingdom have been delivered, so that's probably what that was."

"Already? That was fast..."

"Everyone's worried about you, Sabre... they want to help any way they can."

M's words sink into my mind. Everyone worrying about me is a huge switch-up, usually it's the other way around. M looks at me worriedly.

"Hey, you alright?" He says. "You're spacing out."

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I answer, taking in a breath. "It's just... Professor Red said that this virus was designed to destroy me. I might... I might die, M."

"Not on my watch, pal." M says. He then wraps me in a hug. "It's gonna be hard, but I'm going to make sure we find a cure. I'm not going to let a little virus be the death of you."

"Heh... thanks, M." I say, returning the hug.

For a while he's just checking in on me, and asking how my time in the village was before this. It's nice taking my mind off the sickness inside me. Then, the Professor comes in, holding another syringe filled with something.

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