NAMELESS AND GEORGE

As my eyes blurred open, I felt a huge loss of strength. I felt like a balloon that had lost every air in it. My eyes were dim, too weak to properly fathom the whole place I was in. But, I was certain everywhere was dimly light. A yellow bulb stood at the center of the old rusty stained white ceiling. I mustered strength, turned my head to my right side, and caught sight of empty containers. I looked at my hands and noticed I was strapped, hands and feet, to a clinic bed. I felt discharge from my body and so, I turned to my left and there it was - a small container filled with my blood. It was connected via an intravenous pipe. I gasped and tried to break loose. Unfortunately, I was just too weak. I felt powerless, like the mere human I was before.

In the background, I heard two voices echoing. "We must draw every modicum of blood in her before her family realizes she's here," the first voice spoke. The voice of an old man.