Paul is death (my version)

The change

POV Paul

A few weeks later, to my delight, I was discharged from the hospital and felt this sense of freedom wash over me. Brian wanted to take me to the dentist and the surgeon to fix everything again.
Luckily the people on the street didn't recognize me because I had a bad bandage on my nose. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long for her to heal. It was wonderful to finally be able to walk the streets like a normal citizen again and not be followed by screaming girls. finally I could see everything properly, like shop windows and I didn't even wear a disguise. I still kept my face on the floor out of habit because people looked at me with pity.

At the dentist I got a denture, which saddened me a lot. I wanted my old teeth back.

After that I had to go to the surgeon, which worried me because I was a bit scared. I told Brian he could go because I wanted to be alone. I went to Billy Shears' practice.
I reported to the front desk and sat in the waiting room until I was called, which drew everyone's attention.
I walked into the treatment room and was trembling almost imperceptibly. The doctor came in and greeted me. If he didn't have glasses and a mustache, he could easily be mistaken for me. A real double.
His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "So Mr McCartney, what exactly do you want to do?" he asked me. Oh God, even his voice was a bit like mine.
,, The wounds have to be covered up and my broken nose has to be treated." I answered. He nodded and answered,, oh yeah sure. I heard about the car accident, but at least you're not dead." I just nodded in agreement.
,,Well, I think we'll start with the nose we have to get her fixed and it has to go back to the way it used to be. I understand." he mumbled.
,,I'll give you an injection now and you'll fall asleep, then I'll take you to the operating room." he now said to me.
The injection wasn't as bad as I had imagined. after a while I fell asleep.

I woke up in a dark, cold room. But that wasn't part of the clinic, was it?
That was never the recovery room. I panicked and tried to get up, but my legs were chained to the ground like a prisoner. I yelled for help but realized it was a soundproof room.
what happened? This was too real for a dream.
My wrists hurt, they were chained too it was a bit longer chains, with which one could move well, but it was uncomfortable. Some light came into the room through a dim fluorescent tube lamp.
There was a leaking faucet, an old dirty mattress and something to eat was on a plate in front of me.