Subject 23-Z

Frank pov


Dr. Smith has his hand on my shoulder as he leads me down the hallway, my black converse squeaking with each step. I roll up my sleeves on my standard blue outfit they gave me what seemed like forever ago. Looking at the windows with curtains covering them that lead to each room, I wonder which room I will be going into. So far, it's been a different room every time so you never know, I could get lucky and have the farthest room down so I have a few extra minutes before the dreaded test, or it could be the next door. It's not like the few minute difference would matter anyway, it's more of a mental thing.

We continue down the hall and take a left, passing some carts filled with things like syringes with yellow fluids in them and bags of various other patients blood. That's gonna be my blood soon.

I shudder at the thought of the warm blood that's pumping through my veins now soon to be icy cold and left there to sit in a useless plastic bag. Blood is essential for my survival, don't they think that's a little more important than experiments. Oh wait, here it's not considered more important.

"This room." Dr. Smith mumbles clutching his clipboard and using the other hand to open the door.
"Step right in, and take a seat on the blue chair." I follow his instructions, reluctantly, and sit down.
I can feel my arm trembling, as my fingers mindlessly tap the arms of the chair and I await my possible death.

"Stop fidgeting." He snaps.

I just give him a glare and he continues getting out the 'instruments' he needs for the test. I can hear various metals clanking against each other as he sets everything out in a certain order and prepares.
I can see him cleaning off a syringe, and then slowly take a few steps towards me.

A chill goes down my spine and I break out into a cold sweat, my nerves getting worse with each step he takes towards me.

"It'll only be a second.." He says, getting the syringe nearer to my skin.

Finally, it makes contact with my skin and I can feel the cool metal inside of me. I can feel the blood cells being taken from my stream one by one, slowly killing me. This will kill me, it has to eventually, maybe just not this test. Finally, I feel the metal slowly slide out of my skin and relief washes over me.

I survived.

This time at least.

I look over to my side and see him release the blood into a large bag. It's squishy looking and makes me sick just looking at it. That was IN me a few minutes ago. I start to get a migraine and groan, fidgeting in my seat. Dr. Smith slowly walks over to me, but before he reaches me, my vision goes black and I go into a long, dark sleep.




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"Frank- Frank!" A distorted voice shouts, through my now blurry vision.

"Hm.." I say groggily, rubbing my eyes and trying to focus my vision.

Standing directly above me is Dr. Way.

"Dr. Way..?" I question.

He looks me in the eyes, and gives me a small smile.

"Just thought id visit, even though I'm not supposed to be here and...you can call me Gerard."

Gerard, hm, not something I thought that his name would be.

"So, do you recall me telling you about a plan before everything happened?"

"Yeah.." I say slowly holding my breath and hoping something didn't happen.

"Well it's still on. You're going to be free in a little less than a month."

My mouth stretches so far into a smile that I think my jaw is going to rip open.

"Really? It's really going to happen?" I ask, not even believing it fully.

"Yep. For now the only way we can communicate is these visits."

He sits down next to me on the bed and I sit up. It's weird being this close to my doctor, usually everyone hates their doctor, but not me, he's basically my savior. I could be dead without him.

"I want to get to know you Frank. I want to be more than just your doctor who got you out of this prison, I want to be your friend, maybe even your best friend. " He finishes and im a little surprised with they words he said.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yea, definitely. Ill even ask some questions." He says, scooting a little closer to me so that our legs are touching.

"Well just tell me some facts about yourself first."

"Well," I begin. "There's nothing really to tell, I'm eighteen, I like playing guitar, dogs, and Black Flag. I'm gay and Im not really popular back home because of that. That's really all there is to tell."

He nods, and starts talking himself.

"Im twenty two, I like art, singing, Bowie, and obviously im a little bit interested in science to have started working here, so that's all to really tell about me."

I nod, acknowledging what he said.

"I wish we could talk more, I wish you were still my doctor too, not that shitty Dr. Smith."

He chuckles a little.

"Me too," He says, patting my shoulder. "But for now we have to wait. It's only a month."

When the contact of his hand touching my shoulder is made, I feel a weird almost like stinging feeling. It's a sort of nice feeling, but at the same time it's like torture. Then a burning feeling in my stomach explodes and it feels like a bomb in my stomach.

Why is this happening?

"Frank?" Gerard asks and im brought out of my thoughts.

"I have to leave."

"Oh ok." I say, a little disappointed.

"I'll come back though."

I smile and he ruffles my hair before standing up and leaving the room.

For the first time, I feel like I have a friend and of course I have to fucking ruin it by having a crush. I'll have to ignore because, this can't work.

Notes

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