“Welcome back,” came the man’s voice again.
Everything looked the same as it had the night before… apart from what was sitting on the doctor’s bench.
Realizing he could move, Taylor began to sit up before the man came over to him.
“No, no,” he instructed, placing a hand on Taylor’s chest and pushing him back down again.
He became paralyzed once more. He gulped.
The man grinned, then went to fetch what was sitting on the bench. Taylor couldn’t even shake.
“We’re going to advance a little further from last night,” the man began, rubbing his chin, “every night we’ll go a further step, if you know what I mean. You took last night pretty well. Normally if you didn’t I’d just kill you straight away.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. The man chuckled.
He set what he’d picked up down beside Taylor’s body, before fetching another pair of gloves and putting them on. Taylor closed his eyes, before he came back.
Hastily, the man took the leg of his pants, and began to roll them up. With another gulp, Taylor realized what he was going to do. He tried to cry out again, but couldn’t.
The man only chuckled at his attempts.
“Not unlike last night, you might feel a small prick,” he grinned, holding up one of the 10-inch needles.
Taylor’s eyes were watering before the metal even pierced his skin.
Slowly, and avoiding the bone, the man drove the needle through his leg. It took a manner of minutes before it came out the other side.
After making sure everything was in order, the man placed a hand over Taylor’s mouth, and slowly lifted it again.
Taylor coughed, still not able to move, and began gasping.
“OH MY GOD!” he screamed, squeezing his eyes shut, “please, please, get it… AH!"
The man smiled down on him, then went to grab a small cloth from the sink. Blood was spilling from the bed, so he began to clean it up.
“What the… who, who are you?” Taylor had trouble getting out.
“I’ve already told you who I am.”
Taylor flinched, closing his eyes again and clenching his teeth.
He heard the second needle being chosen.
“No, no, please…” he begged, without opening his eyes.
Then he let out another cry as the second needle went in.
“Taylor?!” he suddenly felt someone grab his shoulders.
His eyes shot open.
“Ike?” he frowned.
“Taylor?” came his distant voice, “what’s wrong with you?!”
Taylor frowned in confusion again, but then he saw. The room around him had become a mix of the two rooms – the doctor’s, and his own.
Then the doctor walked through his brother.
Taylor gasped, watching his brother fade into a sort of brown mist. He bit his lip.
“You’re delusional,” the doctor shook his head sadly, placing his hand over Taylor’s mouth again before he could even think of protesting.
Once again, Taylor’s voice was lost.
The doctor shook his head again, and continued with his work.
The following approximate seven hours was filled with the amateur acupuncture. By the time it was over, Taylor had almost fainted from exhaustion.
“Ah, there’s the clock now,” the doctor grinned, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And Taylor listened for the familiar chimes of his clock at home. There they were… one… two… three… and he shot up in bed.
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