Patient 7 [On hold.]

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"No! No- Let me go!" I shouted as the specialists carried me to the testing lab. I kicked and screamed but no one seemed to care.

"Be quiet, it won't hurt. Plus, if you keep yelling you'll wake up the other patients, Hoseok."

I quickly shut my mouth. I didn't like the testing, not because it didn't hurt. It did. It was very painful. But it was because they wouldn't find anything. Yeah, they would take care of me right after, but what was the need in doing the tests? Its been 25 years and they haven't found any reason why I had other emotions. I'm getting tired of this place. The people, the testing, everything about this place. I lost my train of thought when they strapped me in the chair. I started to squirm when I saw the needles. I hate needles. Not as much as I hate snakes, but, you get the point.

"Can I get the butterfly this time, please?" I asked, in hopes of them actually using the thinnest needle.

"Let me see if I have one." The specialist said as she turned to look through her medical supplies.

"You're in luck, I have one left," she said.

I almost squealed in joy. At least this part will be less painful. I really like this specialist. Although everyone has no emotion, she is always the kindest to me. She always tries her best to make sure that it is less painful. She stuck the needle in my arm. I always know when the needle is in my arm because I can feel my warm blood being drawn out of my arm. I watch as the blood goes from the needle to the tubes. Those tubes full of my blood go off to the lab, where they study it. Every time they do though, the results are always the same. Ne. Ga. Tive. This means that they have found nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing, nada, zilch.

This irritates me, but I know I have to do the tests, or else I will be punished. I have a huge fear of the dark, and they use this as an advantage. If I misbehave, they will put me in a room, turn off all the lights, and leave me in there for about an hour or two. I'm scared out of my mind when this happens, so I do my best to not misbehave.

When she is done drawing my blood, I feel like I could pass out. This is probably from all of the blood she drew. She gives me a chocolate chip cookie and a carton of orange juice to help restore the blood faster. Usually, after they draw my blood, they would scan my brain. Sometimes I'll get lucky and they will put this test off. I'm hoping that this will be one of those days. This test is surprisingly not painful. It's just super boring. I mean, come on. They could have at least decorated the machine with stickers of puppies and rainbows to keep me stimulated. They could have given me a Rubix cube or a coloring book to keep me entertained. Now that I think about it, do they allow crayons? Do they even see any type of color? Are the only colors they see black and white? Should I ask? Would they punish me? They wouldn't get mad since... well... they don't feel anything... I'll ask anyway.

"Hey, uhmm... Suwoon-Noona? Permission to speak freely?"

"Go ahead, Hobi."

"Do you see colors?"

She looked at me with a questioning look. "Uhmm... Yes?"

"Like- Do you see reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, p-"

"Hobi. Yes, I do. So does everyone else."

"Oh.. I always wondered since you all seemed too gloomy to see colors."

She sighed, to me it sounded like she sighed in disappointment. To her, it probably wasn't. No, It wasn't a sigh in disappointment.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but the phone ringing cut her off. She closed her mouth and went to answer the phone. She was on the phone for which felt like forever, but in reality, it was only about five minutes. She hung up and walked towards me. She unstrapped me from the chair and moved out of the way so I could stand up. I stood up, only to feel my wrist being yanked. Suwoon-Noona dragged me out of the room and kept pulling me. I noticed that she was pulling me in the opposite direction of the room where I get my brain scanned.

"Suwoon-Noona, where are we going?"

"The others decided to put off the brain scanning. I'm taking you back to your cubicle," she said while she was still dragging me.

We ended the conversation then and there. I can't help but notice how bland these hallways look. The only colors I see are black, white, and nude. There is absolutely no other color in these hallways. It makes me feel like I am in a 1950's show. It kinda makes me want to throw up. I wonder, if I do throw up, would it be the colors of the rainbow? Oh my god- That would be so cool!