CHAPTER FIVE
They sent me to a hospital...a hospital!!!
And the doctors tagged it an illness called PPS—Post Perfect Syndrome. And I was flown to another specialist hospital.
Mom and aunts had the best doctors on the planet come to treat me. Can some one tell them I'm fine...or I'm gonna be okay.
What sort of witch doctors are these? Injecting a sane man?
Guess who became my best doctor?
A woman!...A woman!!!
Luta—my perfect model woman. The one I built with my own hands. She came around but she wasn't permitted to see me because she was small. Very small. But what?!!!
Luta fought her way in. Luta came inside wearing a lab coat and held long syringes. She injected me.
No way! Luta's my doctor?! Ahhhhh!!!
I hate this! Can't anyone see that she's taking out revenge on me huh?!
I brought this upon myself. I'm gonna dieeeeee!!!
Uh! Oh!
She did her job so well. I'm alive!
I looked at her. She smiled at me and voooom!!! Off she went to her next job, while the doctors and mom and my aunts stared after her.
Wow! Exactly who is Luta?!