John then woke up, his eyes fluttering in the change of light. He was in a chair. He looked around, and he could make out the silhouette of a person, who was sleeping in a chair beside his. "W-where?" John asked, which seemed to wake up the person next to him. "Hey he's awake!"
Several people barged through the door. "FINALLY!" John could tell that it was Albert who yelled that. "You gave quite a scare." That was 'Charles.' "Jesus man." He looked around. The group, 'Charles', a doctor and Vincent were all there. It seemed like 'Charles' didn't recognize the very boy that he was supposed to protect. But, it also seemed that Vincent hadn't told him anything about the night.
'Why didn't..Did you take my threat that seriously?' He raised himself up to the doctor's displeasure. "How long have I-", "Five hours." Said the doctor. 'Damn. That means it's already morning!' "Well, it's been about two minutes since you awoke, that means- You awoke on February 8, 1484, at three in the morning." The doctor concluded before he left the room. 'Why did he recite the entire date? Nevermind.' He gave a small smile. This was the first time he has gotten a date. Both figuratively and literally.
"Well, what now?" He asked everyone around him. They all went into subtle silence and acted as if they knew something he didn't. Then Albert took a deep breath and shouted, "YOU, are going to rest up in your room!" 'Charles looked at him. "I don't think I've seen you before- wait no I have. You were at the bar. Are you a friend of his?"
"Eh- ah- yeah! I am!" Albert sounded like he wasn't sure. But anyone would to a quick question like that. "Oh, ok then, I'll leave him in your hands then. I've got to go to work." He said finally leaving the room. "Ok now that he's gone. What the hell happened!" He shouted in his highest voice. "Sorry. It seemed like they knew I was coming and I heard from Tom that someone was after him." Albert looked worried. It seemed he knew about some of it. "Well then why is he here!" He pointed to Vincent. "I have an idea on how he could work for us." He said, trying not to look in Albert's angry eyes.
"Let's just go back to the bar. I need a nap." He said as they dragged him out and took him back to the bar, to every doctor's horror.
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They had brought John to his room and sat him on the bed. "Now get some rest." All the others had left the room. All except Vincent. "I guess you took my threat very seriously? Even when I was out of it." He took a sigh. "I-I wanted to get out of that job anyway. So it's not because of your threat, it's more like I'm grateful." That made him take a turn, 'Grateful? For killing his boss? That's something new.' "He was a part of a cult. And after I got the job he forced me into it." He looked away, ashamed of the past actions.
John just stared at the ground. This kid had been through more than half the population. "Well anyway, they gave me a room earlier so I'll be going there." Vincent finally left. He sat there for a minute before realizing something. He looked over to the potion. John had no clue what it did. It had just been sitting there the entire time and he never bothered to figure out what it did. It did have some of a label on it but none of the words were readable. Almost the whole thing was scratched off. John grabbed the potion and examined it. It was a deep green color with the consistency of water. 'It looks like slop…gross.' But something beckoned him to it. It was wanting him to drink it. Like his life depended on it. And the urge was too great as his body started to move on its own in opening the lid.
'No! What the hell!? Stop- fighting- me!' He grabbed his hand with the other, but it wouldn't stop. His body forced his mouth open, and started to pour the potion in. 'Ah- no! Dammit!' As the last of the potion left its bottle he started to feel sleepy. The potion was making him sleepy, and he felt as though he was going to pass out. And he did. John had passed out on the bed. Then he woke up. But, he was no longer inside room 3. He was now in a completely gray room, with nothing around.