Your Worst Nightmare

Part Sixteen

Experiment 078, Paul Wellington

I have a growing life inside me.

That sentence repeated itself in my head over and over again.

I have a growing life inside me.

I can't protect the child here, they will take him or her away from me. I need to get out of here. I need to wake up. Like, now. But how? I couldn't do anything but sit here and stare at my paralyzed body on the hospital bed. I tried my best do "press my soul" back into my body, and it surprised me when I successfully made it. But now all I could see was darkness. I could only hear and smell things, not see like before.

My body felt heavy, like someone had placed cement in my veins. The tube down my throat made me want to cough, it was so irritating to have it there.

Shrugging the uncomfortable feeling off my shoulders, I put all my focus on trying to move my arm. But nothing happened at first, but after I tried hard enough I succeeded with moving my arm an inch or so and I mentally sighed in relief.

I stopped moving and listened for any signs of company I might have, but the only sound I could hear was the heart monitor that beeped in a synced rhyme with my heart beats. I mentally talked to myself; I need to stay calm if I don't want to get caught.

After relaxing for some time while listening for any footsteps or other sounds I began to focus once again on moving my arm. Barely without any effort at all I could move my left arm freely an I also succeeded with opening my eyes now, too. Still not breathing on my own I lifted my arm and pulled out the tube from my throat; nearly making me cough but I stopped it right before I could even try.

I took a deep, deep breath to try to get the dizziness away, and it took some time for my body to realize it has to breath on its own again. But once my breathing was steadied and the dizziness gone I could relax completely, for a moment.

God, my body is too weak for me to escape. Calm down, think about your heart beats now.

I took a look around me, and I freaked out a bit when the room was exactly like I had seen it when my soul was "free" from my own body, from its own home. Did I really watch over my body the whole time?

I wasn't psychotic after all, thank Goddess.

Alright, how do I continue? Ah, I need to check up on my legs so I can move them, stupid idiot.

I took a deep breath and slowly moved my legs. They're stiff but they aren't paralyzed, there must be a Goddess with me now. The monitor beeping along with my heart increased a bit in the beeping for a second, but I managed to shut it down before it made anyone suspect anything.

I sat up slowly to avoid dizziness and used my arms as support as I got used to this. My gaze went down to my belly, to the scar where the uterus was placed inside of me. They placed it above my belly button, and that's pretty much what I know from that surgery. And I knew that they made a way for the baby to be born in the most natural way for a male to give birth, I guess. And with that I don't mean a c-section. I think you get it, now.

With a quick look at the door I placed my feet on the cold floor and slowly made my way up to a standing position. It went black for a second but I got it under control pretty fast as I stumbled my way towards the computer in the corner of the room. My file was open and I got some useful information about my condition.

"Patient ID: Experiment 078, Paul Wellington.
Age: Unknown, but by the judge of the look around mid twenties.

Doctor in charge: Dr. Anderson.
Nurse in charge: Nurse Blanche.

3395-01-16: Diagnostic with: Heart failure, kidney failure, brain tumor, locked-in-syndrome. Pregnancy test showed positive, week thirteen.
Medication: Morphine 50 mg per every six hour, IV with nutrition, dialysis for the failures. Radiation therapy for the brain tumor.

Mental illness: Depression, anxiety.
Medication: Mirtazapine for depression.

Been here for: 3 years, a very successful experiment."

I read it quietly to myself and I sure as hell read shit I didn't want to know. Brain tumor? I have a brain tumor? Oh, dear god. There's no Goddess with me, at all.

I looked up and saw a vent that was partly open, so I stood up on the table carefully so my belly didn't get hurt. I took away the louver that was in the way and placed it down carefully as well.

Will I fit inside the vent? I hope so, otherwise I'm dead.

I jumped, took a grip at the corner of the vent and pulled myself up and crawled inside, shutting the louver after me so no one would get suspicious. It wasn't much space in here, the height was more or less about 20 inches, and 40 inches by the width.

Shit, my necklace! I need to brake it off, like now.

My hand took a grip around the necklace and I pulled so hard that I thought that I'd break my own neck. But the necklace broke and started to beep loudly as I throw it on the floor outside the vent. I took a last glance at the hospital room and the nurses who rushed in before I started to crawl to God knows where.

Daddy will protect you, little one. I promise.
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Took a long time to get the right motivation to write it, but here it is.

~ Ame