In the very next second, he heard some faint voices and a bright light in his eyes. He felt excruciating pain in his head. He saw many green people standing next to him. This made no sense to him. He was alright, he knew that he himself saw stitch in his belly. He tried to move his hand.
“Where am I?”, he asked
As soon as he moved his hand, to find what was going on, the serenity of the place dissolved and everyone was moving and shouting.
“How could he be awake” shouted one of the green guys.
“I have no idea, Sir, he was given a very high dose of anesthetic.”
“How about giving him some more and this is going on your report Doctor.”
“Nurse, bring the syringe and the bottle of Atracurium, 10 mg should do this time.
“This time he should not wake up.” …show more content…
After tending to his wounds, he made his way to his room. It was dark, a red light was giving an impression that it was a room for photographers.
In fact, it was.
The room smelled of chemicals. He seemed to like that smell. There were a rope and a few bottles of (the chemical) lying there.
He made his way to the washroom. Even the mirror refrained to reflect the true inner soul.
He was staring at the mirror as if he was talking to it. His cold eyes gave him look for a dead man. He felt no remorse at what he was doing.
He was not ashamed. He made his way to his den. There was no one except him and his loneliness and his camera.
He sat down, took his camera in his hand. Plugged the cable to his laptop. Then, within seconds he was glancing at his marvelous pictures of the day. There was a girl lying on the bed. Then the next one 's could send a chill to anyone normal human. There was a girl in the crushed face.
He was smiling.
“It was fruitful indeed.”
For a moment, he thought about the girl. And gave a sigh.
Poor thing need not had to die.
I asked her not to lie yet she did. They all lie to me. So they get the judgment of justice from me.
“Will the guy live?” he asked
“Where am I?”, he asked
As soon as he moved his hand, to find what was going on, the serenity of the place dissolved and everyone was moving and shouting.
“How could he be awake” shouted one of the green guys.
“I have no idea, Sir, he was given a very high dose of anesthetic.”
“How about giving him some more and this is going on your report Doctor.”
“Nurse, bring the syringe and the bottle of Atracurium, 10 mg should do this time.
“This time he should not wake up.” …show more content…
After tending to his wounds, he made his way to his room. It was dark, a red light was giving an impression that it was a room for photographers.
In fact, it was.
The room smelled of chemicals. He seemed to like that smell. There were a rope and a few bottles of (the chemical) lying there.
He made his way to the washroom. Even the mirror refrained to reflect the true inner soul.
He was staring at the mirror as if he was talking to it. His cold eyes gave him look for a dead man. He felt no remorse at what he was doing.
He was not ashamed. He made his way to his den. There was no one except him and his loneliness and his camera.
He sat down, took his camera in his hand. Plugged the cable to his laptop. Then, within seconds he was glancing at his marvelous pictures of the day. There was a girl lying on the bed. Then the next one 's could send a chill to anyone normal human. There was a girl in the crushed face.
He was smiling.
“It was fruitful indeed.”
For a moment, he thought about the girl. And gave a sigh.
Poor thing need not had to die.
I asked her not to lie yet she did. They all lie to me. So they get the judgment of justice from me.
“Will the guy live?” he asked