[ WP ] You wake up with the newfound ability to communicate with your internal organs . They have asked for a meeting .

-Hello, John.- He looked up. This was n't his normal monologue voice, and it did n't appear to be coming from the room. He shook his head and went back to work. 
 -You ca n't ignore me. We need to talk.- the office was a noisy environment, and he went to the bathroom to get away from it. -We do n't need to talk in private, we can talk anywhe- The voice was cut off when he walked into the restroom and approached a urinal. 
 
 Aaahhhhh, that's better, he thought. -Yeah, I've been holding that for far too long.- a different voice said. -When are you going to make me feel good again? Seriously, it's been a bit of a dry run for you, and I'm not talking about what you do alone. I can tell the difference.- chimed in another voice. 
 
 John froze at the urinal, looking down. -Yeah, he's looking at you. Brain, is he trying to remember how long it's been since he had sex? - yet another voice joined into the cacophony. -No, he's currently terrified because he's hearing many voices in what he thinks is his head. Quiet down, all of you.- A coworker entered the restroom, and John tried to casually make his way to the sink and wash his hands. 
 
 -You realize what these skinny jeans are doing to both of us, right? - -Quiet, you'll get your turn. There's more pressing matters. - 
 
 He reached for the faucet, but could n't move. `` I apologize for the demonstration, but we're quite real. We're your organs and we need to communicate with you.'' His vocal chords spoke words he did n't say. He looked over at his coworker, terrified, who gave him a panicked look and rushed out of the bathroom forgetting to wash his hands. 
 
 -I'm terrified. What are you doing? - A new voice spoke. -Great, fight or flight response. Should have known that the subconscious was n't going to be helpful.- Oh god oh god, I'm going nuts, he thought, regaining the ability to move and splashing water in his face. He looked into the mirror to see his terrified look turn into a horrifying smile. 
 
 -See? Everyone's happy.- A new voice, yet again. When would they cease, he thought. -Stop it this moment, that's not going to help.- he sprinted out of the bathroom towards his desk. -This is n't a good state he's in, we need to calm him down and stop him from running.- -Gotcha, I'll stop him.- -No, not that way! - His legs crumpled beneath him, and without control his head quickly smashed against the ground. 
 
 His conscious slowly fading, he heard a new voice. -When are we going to talk about me? I do n't feel well.- -Soon, Pancreas, soon. Brain will be awake soon, and he can smooth things over. Just be positive.- -Easy for you to say, Heart.- Everything faded to black. 
 
 -Eyes, where are we? - -Do n't know yet Brain, ca n't get them open. There we go, we appear to...... yep. We're in a hospital. You're a damn fine negotiator.- -I did n't have anything to do with this, I'm still recovering. He should be conscious in a few minutes. Next time legs, let me do the coordination.- -Sometimes we like to go fast. And sometimes we like to stop.- 
 
 -We'll talk about this later, he's coming to. John, we need to talk.- John panicked, heart racing. -Hey, what are you doing to me? Knock it off, this hurts! - -Heart, I know. John, calm down. There's no need to panic.- An alarm blaring, a passing doctor rushes in. 
 
 `` What's going on? What are you feeling?'' The doctor shined the light into his eyes -Hey asshole, that hurts! -'Doctor, I'm....hearing........voices.' `` Let me give you some medication to help.'' -John, no, wait. We need to talk about Pancr....- The needle plunged into his arms, and for the first time in a while he heard silence. Aaahhh, he thought, much better.
