Patient #3191 awoke groggily, his good eye opening halfway whilst his shiner merely opened a thin sliver. He noticed the sound of a heart monitor, and that of an IV drip. He blinked, his dilated eyes returning to focus, and began to realize where he was, or rather his lack of knowledge on his current location.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, #3191, but I couldn't just bring you cold soup! I had to heat it up first." Zak explained through his medical mask.
Rated Mature for body horror, brief language, and psychological horror.