Motives

I awakened within a contained room, similar to a prison or some likeness thereof, with bars encompassing me. I was laying on a bed, and there were tubes going into my arms. Out of nowhere, as though they were finished sucking on my skin, they withdrew into the roof, and I heard a signal.

"Hello, what's going on?" I inquired. I didn't know where I was, or the way in which long I'd been oblivious. I got up from my bed and I started to glance around, asking why I was secured. There was a little table before me, with a seat, and an entryway that prompted another room. Unexpectedly I heard strides of a watchman or something like that, descending the corridor.

"Goodness, hello, are you alert?" he asked me.