It was an old friend, always there, always waiting. Sounds filled into the darkness, a loud sounding horn shot through the darkness startling him awake. Light blinded his eyes forcing him to shut them slightly, his body was stiff, he couldn't move.
He could hear beeping, air compressions, sounds heard in hospitals. His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light above him. He could see it was a hospital light used in operations, slowly he turned his head toward the left, he could see a mirror on the wall; the image was that of the room he was in.
Slowly he looked to his right, seeing an IV attached to his arm. Fresh bandages wrapped around his arm as he soon gazed down his body, ignoring what was on the right for now. He was strapped down, he was in shorts and he knew the pair well.
They were of St. Jeremy's Hospital, a mental asylum.
How could he have thought it was a good idea to come back? He had thought about it but changed his mind when he was there. But what were they doing? Doing to him?
His eyes fell to the door in front of him cold metal doors with small windows, he soon looked around again as best as possible, the machines were all making sounds, he couldn't hear anything else. He took a breath and left it out slowly, he was in the asylum right?
He was positive he was in the asylum, where else would he be? The doors opened making him look, four men in white outfits came in, each wearing a white mask and eye protection. Their gazes were passing through him, he could feel the pressure, the heart rate upped a beat making one look at the young man who soon looked at those to his right. One was holding a hypodermic needle filled with something.
“What are you doing?" He asked finally looking at the other three. "Where am I?" He asked jerking against the restraints.
“Blood pressure is rising slightly." Spoke the one on his left that was looking at the machines. "Brain waves are normal."
"Where am I?" He asked again raising his voice. "What are you doing?" He repeated again looking at the man to his right holding the needle ready as the young man jerked in his restraints. "No! Let me go!" He said as the men tried to restrain him.
“Keep him down." A voice sounded over his struggles and machines. "Hurry up and give it to him!"
He fought harder as they held him down more, the needle finally penetrating his right arm. He could feel the liquid coming inside him, shooting a strange feeling to his mind making his body tingle as he panted for breath.
"No…" He said starting to feel lightheadedness coming to him. "No…." He said as his body relaxed he could feel it inside his head, his eyes starting to become hazy as the men watched him as darkness consumed his sight.