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Within the Delusional Reality

What did the ghost doctor want when she was young, the blonde asked. She creaked a wicked grin and said instead, “Sometimes while I go through worldly hell, it suddenly clicks! Why must I suffer for my problems when everyone else can suffer for it instead.” To be a doctor, people say, is to acquire the art of saving people. However, what hides deep within the art of saving lives is the ability to legally commit murders no one can accuse of. All one needs to do is to read the medical books in vice versa too. But what happens when a delusional doctor becomes a leader? She was named Rose, studied to be Dr. Rose, became Traitor Rose, then Orion Rose and finally Rose - the antagonist.

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Trying to break free

A way out before its too late. If I could control my cardiac muscle, could I control the blood flow through my striated muscles? What I need right now is my arms and legs to be released. I know it's about time I'm doomed. The night falls again. I'm left alone in the bed, all strapped up. The monitor beeping, saline injection and I know there's is a camera on the the corner of the rooftop. What excuse could be made that will make them unstrap me immediately?

It is said blood needs to circulate freely through blood vessels. If any part of the body is tied to hard, blood doesn't flow freely, the skin discolors. How do I do it?

I looked at the straps again. I tried twisting them. It was able to twist thrice. But I don't think it is tight enough to stop a circulation. My gaze diverted towards my strapped legs now. How to expand blood manipulation within my body? Why could I control my heart's contractions in the first place? I could not catch the rhythm of blood in my arms like I could with my heart.

What about pretending to bite my tongue off ?

The next morning arriving, I was being transported in another ward. I see a huge case made of glass connected to huge black vaccum pipes. A cadaver with a white sheet over him. The arms gives away someone I know, the eyeless body in my room. The one subjected to nanobots. If he is dead, lying with no injections or monitor, it only means I have been prepared to be the next victim.

They approached slowly towards me. An unknown shot in my neck. Now im fully concious yet paralyzed. They slowly unstrapped me, settled me in a wheelchair chair. They switched off something with that glass case and whatever was going on in it stopped. Pressed couple of switches and now it seems the vaccum pipes are now acting backwards.

They opened the glass case and threw me inside.