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Gabriel scrolled mindlessly on his laptop, browsing the endless aisles of Craigslist. He was ill. He was in pain everyday. Moving was the worst of it, a complete hassle to even move his hand without a stinging sensation taking over his body. Over the counter medication had just stopped working. He was desperate for help. He couldn't afford the hospital though, not with the way the U.S. charged. As he was browsing, he came across an add that struck him as interesting.

A posting that was offering medical care at such cheap costs.

Gabriel clicked on it. He read the header and the description. It seemed real enough for him. The area listing was near where he was, just a few miles away. Gabriel, tired of the aching pain, decided that that very morning he would go see the doctor. Dr. Vertigo. "Strange name," Gabriel thought aloud.

The morning he woke up, he painstakingly got dressed and drove out to the area. It was a very.. abandoned looking hospital. To say the least, it was disgusting. Gabriel walked in anyways, desperate for help. He shoved open the rusted doors and walked in. The front desk was dimly lit by a flickering light overhead. The walls looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in years, the desk was gross and covered in dust. Nobody was there. "Anybody there?" Gabriel called out. He waited around for a good 30 seconds then tried for the door. He gave it a good shove, but it didn't budge. He forcefully tried to open it by pushing his body against it, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Thank you for waiting! Dr. Vertigo here, at you're service. Would you be Gabriel Miller?" The upbeat voice asked. Gabriel jumped. He turned around suddenly. A man in a dirty white lab coat was now at the front desk, typing on the computer there.

"Yeah, that's me." Gabriel responded, unsure. "What are you in for today?" Dr. Vertigo asks. "Chronic pain." "Where?" "Everywhere, when I move mainly." Dr. Vertigo tapped on his desk, then typed on the computer. "Okay, let's go into one of the examination rooms." He said after awhile, getting up and leading Gabriel to a hallway. The hallway had lines of doors on each wall, each with a number on the side of them. Each of them rusted and rotted.

Dr. Vertigo pushed open the door to room 3. He sat Gabriel down on the chair. The room looked similar to that of where you'd get blood drawn instead of an examination.

"So tell me, what kind of pain have you been experiencing?" Dr. Vertigo asked, setting up some equipment. "Well, when I get up I feel nauseous. My whole body stings and it feels awful to move." Gabriel replied honestly. "I'm going to have to draw some blood." Dr. Vertigo stated, calmly. "All of my needles are fresh. I'm going to go get some vials. I will be right back. Do not move." He continues, glaring at Gabriel as he says the last part. He gets up and walks out of the room, closing the door.

Gabriel uneasily sinks into the chair. He's sweaty and anxious. He's regretting ever coming here. Out of the corners of his eyes he can swear there's bugs in this room. The bugs are the least of his worries though. This doctor doesn't seem to be professional, and Gabriel would bet money that the needles he was going to be injected with weren't clean.

The door opened up, and in came Dr. Vertigo. He set down the supplies on a nearby counter. "I never consented to getting my blood drawn." Gabriel says. Dr. Vertigo pauses. "You wanted help, right? I will not be able to figure out what is the issue if you do not allow me to help." He said, blankly, continuing to set up. "I want to go home. I'll get help at another hospital." Gabriel states, more confidence in his voice. "I'm afraid that won't be option." Dr. Vertigo said. His upbeat tone fell.

Gabriel started to get up. Dr. Vertigo grabbed a syringe with a substance already in it and stabbed it into Gabriel's arm, pushing the substance inside. Gabriel pulled away in pain, the needle tearing through his skin. Dr. Vertigo dropped the needle on the ground. Gabriel held his arm in pain, wincing, reaching for the door with the other and swinging it open. He ran. "If you let me do the procedure correctly this wouldn't have happened!" Dr. Vertigo shouted.

Gabriel ran past the front doors, as they were locked. He tried looking for a window. He went into a random room and started trying to pry off the boards from a window. His injured arm was a bloody mess. His body was in awful pain, the only the carrying him was adrenaline.

Dr. Vertigo got up and walked the halls calmly, taking his time. In his mind, he knew that either shock, blood loss, or the sedative would get to Gabriel and he would eventually pass out. Dr. Vertigo went to his office, he started preparing a metal stretcher.

Gabriel couldn't pull the boards off. He was getting tired. He ran to multiple in hopes of any sign of escape but none. He went to the front doors. He tried one last time to open them. He forced his body weight into the door. It shook. That was all it did. It shook. Gabriel collapsed on the ground. Exhaustion was taking over his body. Gabriel panted, his eyelids starting to close. His entire body felt almost paralyzed. The last thing he heard was the footsteps of Dr. Vertigo and the sound of metal clinking behind him. Gabriel then passed out.

When Gabriel's eyes opened up again, he was strapped down to a stretcher. He couldn't move. There was an IV tugging at his arm as he was pulled to another room. It was dark. The room smelled horrible. The stretcher stopped in the middle. Footsteps were heard walking out of the room. There was silence for a good minute. Suddenly, there was muffled screaming heard, and the sound of a body dragging into the room. Dr. Vertigo started hooking up more machines to Gabriel. When he was done with the heart monitor it was obvious that Gabriel had been awake. His heart rate was racing. Dr. Vertigo grabbed something. Gabriel felt a stab in his neck, then fluid entering his blood stream. He wanted to scream. To move. To do something. But he couldn't. His body couldn't bring itself to do anything. No reaction. No nothing. Gabriel succumb to the injection eventually. He fell under just as Dr. Vertigo had started cutting.