_ We have waited for you; subject 201

It seemed for real this time that he was really free. After the shackles of belts had been loosened from his body and the machine whirled away from his head, he could move his body.

It was as if it wasn't his joint that felt stiff from before or his body wasn't the weak one when he constantly passed out into nothingness.

He sat on what he found wasn't a bed but a surgical stretcher chair. There were a total of five people in front of him but one moved hastily away as though he left his oven working back at home.

Three of the four people now in front of him were in scrubs and one of them was a man who had a white coat above his scrub.

One of who he thought was the nurse came to him– standing several feet from him and with an ophthalmoscope in hand, shining the bright bluish-white color into his eyes.

He knew not of what to do as he sat there like a gull and allowed her to examine his pupils.