"You'll need something that can slide down easily. Parts of your body are still paralyzed due to the mental and physical shock."
"You're not gonna ask me what happened?" I questioned while munching on the bar, taking a few hundred chews to even get this thing into a swallowable size.
I probably wasn't thirsty or didn't need water because of the IV in my arm, so I was a bit thankful for that as my throat hurt like a bitch, and just eating the fiber bar was horrendous.
"I do not ask why people come here. There are various reasons, and I don't even like to assume out of respect."
"Geez… you really have a stick up your ass."
…
Another long and tedious day of recovery had passed, but just as I was about to try and get some sleep that night, a pair of glowing white eyes and eerie reptilian pupils stared at me from the corner of the room.
The doctor was still in the room, sleeping on his chair in order to respond to any medical emergency.
