[ WP ] You were told in no uncertain terms that you had 48 hours to live . It is now two weeks later , you feel fine , and the consequences of those 48 hours are becoming increasingly troubling .

15 Days after the News 
 
 *Protein deficiency. Mental retardation. Brittle bone. Greening skin. Constant headache. Facial blemishes. Erectile dysfunction. Underactive metabolism. Consistent hunger. Sensitivity to light. Sudden muscle deterioration. * 
 
 That's what the doctors told me. That's what they said when they put me under. That's what they said when they had me tested for the brain cancer. Did n't sound right, but Doctor Mi Di's never been wrong before. He seemed awful scared when he was telling me the news though, so I guess it must've been a real bad case. 
 
 Hospital told me I had a 0 % chance of survival. I guess begging for a chance at operation worked out for me. 
 
 The procedure must've worked, I guessed. I feel absolutely fine. No side effects on my end besides the consistent hunger. Makes a great excuse for going out to get some burgers every other day of the week. 
 
 It's gotten pretty lonely though. Amy went missing after I saw her last week. Police said they... found his body slashed up under a trash can behind his house. God that made me sick. 
 
 Jack cried for weeks and had to go to the hospital for `` emotional therapy.'' He told me they suggested that he take a long vacation for a while, alone. That seemed pretty weird to me. Then again, it's Jack, so the fucker's probably trying to `` Bang the World in Eighty Days'' or something retarded like that. 
 
 Eating alone's been pretty rough. Gives me plenty of time to think though. I still wonder what happened during this forty-eighty hours they had me under. 
 
 
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 Day 1 
 
 `` PUT HIM DOWN NOW. GET HIM UNDER. DO NOT LET HIM TOUCH YOU.'' 
 
 `` HE'S TRYING TO BREAK FREE, SIR!'' 
 
 `` KNOCK HIM OUT. DO N'T KILL HIM. WE NEED TO GET THIS DONE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.'' 
 
 `` HARRISON'S BITTEN! I REPEAT, HARRISON HAS BEEN BITTEN!'' 
 
 `` QUARANTINE HIM! KEEP HIM DOWN AND DO NOT LET THE PATIENT OPEN HIS MOUTH AGAIN!'' 
 
 **Hungry. Seven. Seven bodies. Food. Light bad. Smell. Fresh. Wanting to eat. ** 
 
 `` SIR!'' 
 
 `` SEDATE HIM IF YOU HAVE TO BUT DO NOT KILL HIM!'' 
 
 `` THIS IS DISGUSTING!'' 
 
 `` IF YOU HAVE TIME TO COMPLAIN, YOU HAVE TIME TO STICK A FUCKING NEEDLE IN HIS NECK.'' 
 
 **Tired. Sleepy. Hungry. Want food. Dark. Dark. Hungry. Meat. ** 
 
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 Day 3 
 
 `` Good morning, Mr. Brown. How do you feel?'' 
 
 `` Pretty good, honestly. Little hungry though. Did you get the tumor out fine enough?'' 
 
 ``... Oh yes. Of course, it's right here. Kinda funny to look at do n't you think?'' 
 
 The doc shook a little bottle around between his fingers. There was a little pink chunk floating around in thick, green goo. I really do n't think that's how they normally contain tumor growth, but whatever. 
 
 `` So, how much is this costing me?'' 
 
 `` Oh. Free of charge.'' 
 
 `` What, really?!'' 
 
 `` Yeah.. see, I made a bet with the rest of the nursing ladies that I could save you from cancer.'' 
 
 `` Wait, what the fuck?! That does n't sound ethical.'' 
 
 `` Oh shut up, it's free healthcare.'' 
 
 The doc lifted me up to my feet and got me walking out the door. His eyes really dug into me though, he kept looking at me as if he was afraid I was gon na collapse onto the floor or something. There was another guy in a white suit that came up and punched me in the face. Called me a `` fucking monster'' and ran off. Doc said not to mind him though, said it was one of those insane folks they hold here. 
 
 `` Oh, by the way, Mr. Brown.'' 
 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` This is only a suggestion on my part, but I'd suggest you do n't eat any meat for the time being. It's bad for recovery, you see. Poorly cooked meat is a haven for uncontrolled cell growth.'' 
 
 `` Ahh. I see.'' 
 
 He sighed, as if he were relieved. `` Do you have any friends or legal guardians I can call to make sure you do n't eat any meat?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I have two friends around here. Do n't worry, I'll tell them.'' 
 
 `` You sure?'' He raised an eyebrow at me. `` This is a very important matter, Mr. Brown. You have to tell them not to let you-'' 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah. Do n't worry, I got it.'' 
 
 

