Chapter 6

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A guy with chubby rectangular fingers and grey hair going in twenty different directions burst into the room, yelling "Wait! I have the antidote, it can heal anything! After 2o years  in creation, I finally have the cure to anything, anything!"

"Doctor Wallis!" The nurse gasped. "Do you think we can use it on this patient?" She waved her hands wildly towards Sean.

"Patient XXIII. If we can get it in to the boy quick, we can see if it works!" he holds up the small bottle, which was a sparkly pink liquid.

'I suppose, but we have to ask his permission first." The nurse pursed her lips.

Sean held a small thumbs up. He couldn't speak, his lips couldn't force themselves open.

Thedoctor poured his liquid on a small spoon, and tipped it into Sean's mouth."That should be enough."

The next part was probably, no definitely, the weirdest experience of his life. His eyes fluttered closed, but then burst open with a light full off purple. Without thinking, almost involuntarily, Sean sat up. He felt as good as ever. The nurse turned to the doctor, complimented his amazing job, suggested him to go do blah blah blah with his discovery,

Then, she turned and smiled at Sean, and said he was good to go.

"What... will i be okay? Are there side effects?"

"No. That's what puts the '0' in 20 years." Wallis sighed, waved goodbye, and shuffled out the door, Sean following after him.

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When Sean reached the main exit, he realized he had no idea where he was.


"Where am I? Sean asked, in a quivering voice, "How do I get home?"


The lady at the desk was quite ugly, in fact she looked like a woman version of Donald Trump.

"You're not supposed to. This is a hospital, MY hospital, and it is for the military, so if you are here, you aren't supposed to know where we are. you have to journey back."

"Huh..But how-"

A tall, beautiful (to Sean) girl leaned against the desk, next to the lady.

"Hi, I'm Isabelle. And I will help you on your journey. " She smiled, and took out her hand.

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