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For 90 seconds, list everything you can think of that would be found in a hospital. Now write a story using every word you have listed, but don’t set your story anywhere near a hospital.

Beds, Rib cutting saw, scalpel, Syringe, Latex Gloves, Surgical blade, Cotton bandage, Gauze swab, Surgeon Gown, face mask, Operating Table, operation lamp, MONITORING SYSTEMS, Stethoscope, Sphygmomanometer, Scissors, Forceps

I hadn't even gotten my eyes open and I could feel the fear break in. It all happened slowly and it started with pain in my chest and my hands and feet were trying to get me away from my captors and then it registered in my mind that something was wrong and panic set in on every inch of my body. But I couldn't move to satisfy my decision of flight instead of fight. And it still didn't settle when I finally opened my eyes and saw that all it was was me strapped to this chair in the corner of a small room. But wait for it. It keeps getting worse. At first there was confusion, I couldn't even force myself to remember what had happened before i regained consciousness and it made the panic and fear much worse. The restraints on my wrists and ankles that kept me to the chair were cutting off the circulation and making them slightly numb. The restraint across my chest crushed my lungs and I could hardly get in a breath. Threatening to send me back into the darkness if I didn't settle down and breathe properly. Hyperventilation is an enemy in this situation. My first thought was to assess the situation, look for any escape, but I was almost too scared to look around the room, worried of what I might find and what I did find, made me realize the pain all over was not just panic and fear.

There was a large light that hung on the ceiling, brightening up all the blood on a large silver tray on a cart covered in small bloody surgical tools. My blood. A fairly large operating table is in the corner across from me with a large operating lamp over it, more restraints attached to it, looking old and broken, more blood. One time I was asked what I considered a bad day to be, this was definitely not even near one of my ideas. I checked myself over, as much as I could see. The clothes I had on were tattered and torn up and dirty. Blood was crusted around the rips, open gashes could be seen under the tear in the knee of my pants and a rip on the left arm of my shirt. No bandages, no stitches. I looked back at the handful of different sized scalpels that lay in the pool of red. You ever been stuck in a room with pain all over and look around to find a saw meant for cutting ribs in surgery, covered in blood? No? Ya.. didn't think so. But take it from me, everything else you have ever worried about in your entire life, just looked so much better. There was two shelves on this cart, the second one was full of cotton bandages, scissors, face masks, gloves. On the floor in front of it was a bloody surgeon gown, with a needle and syringe. This was really not making me feel any better.

I didn't know how long I had been here since I had no idea what day it was. The cuts that I could see looked anything but new, same with the blood everywhere else. But I'm no expert, so what do I know. I was too panicked to realize I hadn't even noticed the smell. (Old, stale air, sweat, and too much of the metallic smell blood has). But before I could really feel sick from the smell, the door opened. You'll never guess who it was. Well.. of course you wont, you don't even know who I am. How rude of me.. I'm sorry. My name is William. I'm the presidents son. How do you do?. The man who opened the small wooden door to the room was a friend of the family, Dr.(Robinson) Well, I guess friend is an over statement now. He smiled, like everything was OK, a smile that made me hate him. He brought up a chair, put it in front of me and sat down, so we were face to face. Victim to Criminal. His eyes brightened when he started with his story. Explaining to me the plan he and his group had. I didn't even have to ask. But as he finished, I realized I didn't want to know. The plan? What else could it be? Kill the president. How? A bomb they were gonna strap to me. But it didn't add up. Why was this room turned into a hospital and why was I once a patient?