Infatuated

Subject 006: You Became A Dream...

I was wanting to apologize to my group for getting them in trouble. I felt so stupid for dragging them into my trouble making.

I looked out the glass window that showed a clear view from part of the hallway. I watched the doctors and nurses staff walk pass going on about their daily work and lives. 

Hmm, I wondered what it would be like to be born someplace else. To live someplace else. 

I silently leaned back against the hospital bed. A nurse had came in to pull the curtains back, to let in light from the hallway. 

When a nurse did this, it meant it was morning. Time for me to get up. Well, in this case, wake up and sit up. 

She didn't say anything to me. It seemed like she was in a hurry. Maybe she had another patient to attend to, or a lot of work. She went out of room and I was quickly left alone with my own thoughts. 

I wish I had somebody to talk to. Maybe if I wasn't so stupid in getting my group in trouble, I would of had somebody to talk to. Then against, it was only my fault. I was the only one who had done something wrong. I wasn't quick enough. Shouldn't it of had of been me who gotten in trouble? I was the one who did it. Who did something. Why didn't Dr. Frentz have me put down or something? Did he restrain my group so that they wouldn't be able to help me if Dr. Frentz did or said something to me? Then again, I don't think he would do anything. 

I laid back and closed my eyes. I honestly didn't want to eat anything. I didn't even want to wait on a staff and nurse bring a tray. Every morning, there would be a bunch of staff and nurses pushing large carts with breakfast on trays around to deliver them to hungry patients. All I wanted was to go back to sleep and sleep the day away. There wasn't going to be anything for me to do, anyways. 

Then there was a commotion outside my window. A patient was getting restrained by two doctors. A nurse stood near by, always just in case the doctors needed extra help. There was always a patient getting restrained somewhere on this floor. 

On this floor, the T.S.'s were called patients. On the other floors, it was always going to be T.S. Test Subjects. 

I wasn't supposed to, but I watched the patient being forcefully grabbed. The doctors were struggling to get this guy on the floor.

Finally, after a few attempts, the guy was on the floor. The two men in white coats above the guy pinned him to the linoleum floor until one of them could get hold of a syringe from they're pockets. 

The nurse near them saw me looking. 

Right then and there, I quickly turned my head. I acted like I had only just noticed what waas going on outside my window, so that she wouldn't have to come running in here to yell at me.

After the commotion outside was over, my room door opened and a cart came rolling in. At the other end of it was a staff.

Right. Being forced to eat.

The staff went over to me to toll my over bed table over me. 

After he did that, he went back over to his cart and slid a door open on the side.

This tray I knew was specially for me. The Special Test Subject. There was nothing but fruit on this tray when he set it down on the over bed table. There was a cup of chocolate milk and another cup of orange juice given to me.

I watched the staff quickly walk back back over to his cart and close the door and locket it. Then he quickly left the room without saying anything.

I was left alone in the room with my fruit and two drinks. What seemed to be a handful of red grapes, pieces of an orange, apple slices, strawberries, and peaches.