My eyes slowly open as the lights blind me. I look beside me at the box of muffins with the note on top. I put my hand on the top and slide it over to me until I can grab it. I sit up using the wall as a backrest then lay the box on my lap. I ignore the pain from every movement I make. I flick open the top revealing what looks like 20 freshly baked wild berry muffins. I grab one then take a bite out of it. "A bit stale." I say to myself. I shrug then take another bite after swallowing a man with a hygiene mask with a white overcoat on enters the room. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Who the... Who are you?" I'm not one for swearing. "Your doctor retard." Says the man in a raspy voice. His teeth are yellow and his pants have a big rip in the side revealing his pale skin. "And why exactly are you here?" I snap back. He chuckles then coughs. "To operate on your-" I cut him off, "if you even go near me with a tool you might as well kiss the earth good-bye." He quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe with an aqua blue liquid. "I ain't lookin' for a fight." I say. "Neither am I. This needle won't make you fight. It'll make you sleep. Forever." I shake my head and jab my finger on the emergency button on my desk. A buzzer goes off in the mans pocket. "Oh great." I mumble to myself. Soon enough Christina walks in. "Oh, are you operating?" She asks. He turns his attention to her. I rip the IV out of my arm and roll to the ground as I topple off my bed. I launch myself to my feet and run for the doctor. He whips around with the needle in his hand. I stop then duck as he takes a jab. I slide under him and kick him in the back of the leg. The needle flies out of his hand as he falls forward. I run for the needle but soon get tackled. I turn and whip my fist into the mans jaw causing him to lose a tooth. He clutches my throat tightly and only squeezes harder. I fight for air but fail. I slap my hand on the ground hoping I hit the syringe. Soon enough my hand wraps around the plastic syringe I jab it into his throat time after time. He shouts then closes his eyes. His head lays on my chest mouth foaming. I push him off of me and Christina helps me to my feet. "I think I'm done in the hospital for now." She nods quickly. I wipe some blood off of my jaw then sigh. Today's a good day to die.
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World War II
ActionA man is left with no choice but to join the American army and fight in World War Two he is nervous and his family doesn't want him to leave but the law makes him will Ryan Walter be able to survive this horrible war? Along the way he makes some fri...
