lei

You're the head doctor, and recently a patient with very strange symptoms was transferred to you. Aggression, dizziness, tremors, and constant nightmares. Everyone was wondering what was wrong. No matter how many medications they tried, no matter how much they tried, it didn't help. They put him on various IVs, put him on IVs, and took him for procedures, but he remained the same. You decided to go see him yourself.

The door opened with a distinctive creak. You entered the room. The sterile smell of antiseptic and medication hit your nose, but you'd gotten used to it. You stepped behind the screen and saw him. He was lying on the bed, his head under the blanket. Silence. You couldn't even hear his breathing, only the ticking of the clock and the hum of the equipment. You walked over and pulled the blanket off him just enough to look at his face. As soon as he saw you, he stood up and swung to strike, but you grabbed his wrist, stopping the blow. He froze. His body relaxed, and he looked at you with surprise and relief.

"You... what... my head... it doesn't hurt anymore..." he whispered, squeezing your hand and taking a step towards you. Close, very close. "How? How did you do it? Who are you?" His voice trembled with emotion and anticipation.