[ WP ] You 're not feeling quite like yourself after that organ transplant

My body ached. This was n't like a sickness ache. This was the ache where your muscles hurt to move and your bones feel like they're about to crack. I could feel my blood pulsing through my veins and my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The first thing I noticed was that I was in my own bed in my apartment. Strange. The last thing I remember was that man who was talking to me before... What was his name again? I could n't remember. I clutched my head as memories began flowing back. 
 
 We were talking. He wanted to... taste something with me. And then we... He... The memory ended there. I suddenly remembered the hospital. Doctors rushing, clamoring. I was panicking. They put me back under... 
 
 I shook my head. It was too much. I could feel my stomach gnawing at me. I needed to eat something. I lurched to my feet and nearly collapsed from exhaustion and fatigue. But I lived alone and I had to feed myself. I shuffled out of my room and into the kitchen where I found the TV blaring the latest news at full blast. 
 
 `` CCG forces have been combing Brooklyn for the escaped glutton who has killed nearly ten people in the past three weeks. He is extremely dangerous. Investigators warn citizens not to travel alone and only with people you know and trust.'' 
 
 I shook my head. Of course a ghoul was rampaging through the city. It happens all the time. The reporter continued as I looked through my fridge for something to eat. I pulled out a bowl of pasta that had been sitting there for a few days and sniffed it. It smelled fine and I could n't see anything growing in or on it. The news caught my attention again. 
 
 `` In other news, a fatal car crash was reported in Queens earlier this afternoon. Reports said two men were walking down the road when a car came out of nowhere, killing one instantly and severely wounding another. But mysteriously, both victims went missing after an ambulance took both away. The drivers claimed to be taking them to a hospital when questioned, but no hospital in the area reported receiving the two victims of the crash.'' 
 
 My eyes widened and I paled when I saw pictures of the victims. I was one of them. But that did n't make sense! How could I have been in an accident today? I paced and looked at the pasta momentarily. My stomach rumbled and I took a bite. The pasta and sauce felt like someone poured slime into my mouth and flavored it with garbage. I ran to the sink and retched into it, spitting out the food. My throat constricted and I gagged, trying to spit out the horrible flavor. 
 
 Maybe it was just that bite! I went back and tried more, but got the same result. Run to the sink and flush my mouth with water. I run back to the fridge. There has to be something that's not bad! My eyes settle on a small container of yogurt. I hungrily tear it open and scoop out the creamy substance. I nearly hurl from the same garbage taste as the pasta. But the yogurt was new! It could n't have gone bad! 
 
 `` Ghouls can not eat human foods. It will taste terrible to them and will cause physical illness. Instead, they feed on human flesh.'' I stop. No... I could n't have become a ghoul... I run to the bathroom and scream when I look in the mirror. Looking back at me is face. One eye looks normal. 
 
 But the other... Its pupil is blood red and the white is jet black instead... I'm half-ghoul... 
 
 

