Day 29 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

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(Y/n) P.O.V.

I have a doctor's appointment today. Just a normal check up, but I really hate doctors. And to make matters worse, my normal doctor just retired, so I'm meeting with a new doctor. A Henrik Von Schneepelstien. So no, nothing here is ideal. I bite my finger nails nervously in the waiting room, and then my name is called by a nurse. "(Y/n) (L/n), follow me please." I get up, hesitantly following behind him. He leads me to one of the room. "Wait here, the doctor will be here in a few moments." I thank him, but secretly roll my eyes. They always say a few moments, which is always 20 minutes. I mess around on my phone during that time before a man rushes in.

"Ah, so sorry for ze delay. Von of my other patients vas being uncooperative." His German accented voice says. He frantically moves right on to the sink, washing his hands. It's like he's hiding them from me. He makes quick, sharp, movements, keeping his back to me until it's done. I swear I caught a glimpse of red. I gulp.

"Vat are you here for? A normal check up? It is ze season." He chuckles, talking almost to himself. He pulls open a drawer, pulling out a needle. Oh hell no. I do not do needles.

"I, Uh, actually, wasn't here for any shots." I try to state calmly. He laughs. "Oh don't worry, this won't hurt a bit." He starts to stalk towards me with what ever liquid inside the needle, but I bolt up. I race for the door, but he grabs me, jabbing the needle into my neck. My steps become wobbly, my vision dull. "Help!" I huff out before it all goes dark.

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I wake up, strapped to a metal table. It's like some sort of sick science lab. And I'm the frog to be dissected.

"It's nothing personal, dear. Just a hobby." It's the doctor. He comes into my field of vision. His eyes are leaking some sort of neon green ooze, a liquid of the same color in another needled vial. "Don't struggle. It vill only make things worse." He widens the lids of my left eye, using tape to keep them open. "Help! Help!" I scream, trying to move from my binds. "I zaid don't struggle." He draws the needle closer and closer to my eye. I continue to move, but can do nothing but scream as the point meet my eye.

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