Experimentals: A Narrative Fiction Essay

“Yes, doctor. I was just looking over the leaflet you gave me concerning the operation.”

“Okay, Larry we are going to take some blood samples, and after that we are going to ask you a few questions what’s going on,” said the Dr.Timmy. Dr.Timmy also said, “But before we do any blood samples, we want to know if you are afraid

“And Mr. Selkie what would that be, what could be possibly worth a trip to the hospital and had me worried out of my head for you?” she said.

"Did you have any friends in the experiment with you or did you walk out with several new friends and/or allies?" He questioned again and I could tell this was an interesting question to him that he wanted commentary on the minor subject as opposed to the bigger picture of living in the worst condition of my life that no man should have to go through.

“Your answer to my question was remarkably exquisite, it showed me you 're passionate about what you do.” He handed me the lab coat, “So, I would like to be the first to welcome you to Amelia South Hospital’s surgical team. I paged one of the best residents we have to show you around, he’s a pediatric surgeon.” Just then a charmingly pale man walked in, his hair blonde with wavy locks flowing in one fluent motion framing his gorgeous bone structure.

“You look like it,” he crossed his arms across his chest. “You should go to

“It’s better for the potion, but swollen five times normal and stills hurts some. You’re sure the bones are just cracked and will heal straight?”

“Do you think someone can come over to the hospital and take me to school so I could take my test?”

“Anyways.” I cleared my throat as my voice caught on the last syllable. “I need to check your vitals. Blood pressure, heart rate, water levels, and the like. We’re required to make sure that the patient gives us consent before we commence, so is it alright with you?” I was bored at the end of the speech, having repeated this to every single patient that I ever

Phenix flicked a glance at Jonas. "Why can you never plan to carry extra supplies with you? And, can't you think of other things besides your gut?"

I hesitated, “Live. I don’t feel anything good anymore. I’m always anxious. And when I’m not anxious I’m numb.”

Dr. Tolle takes a blood sample, then preps me for the scan. “Tomorrow,” he says

“You let me spare him in the arena, and now you want to kill him? Has all this time we spent nurturing him back to health been for nothing?” I asked.

To get the ball rolling, the nurse walking in with a cart of IV supplies. I warn the nurse who has to stick needle-phobic Sophie whose skin is tough and has veins that

“Look, I know you’re not happy about this but neither am I.” The Doctor threw a large switch and smashed her fist into a cluster of flashing buttons. “I’ll be late for my appointment as much as you’ll be and there’ll be no telling of the consequences.” The lights in the console room dimmed. A spotlight, seemingly erupting upwards, formed around a single dial beside The