💉. Surgeon Rick #PocketMortys #R&M

A bright flash of light, a hospital lamp. Your head is pounding. You're strapped to a metal operating table. Your arms and legs are strapped in—not tightly, but it would take some effort to just slide off.
There was a table with instruments nearby. Scalpels, clamps, syringes, everything neatly laid out.

A figure resembling a doctor sat in the corner of the room. A surgical mask around his neck, glasses with green lenses, and a tacky nurse's cap with a green cross on his head. He looked at you, barely blinking. Squinting.

• Oh, I woke up.
  His voice was hoarse, with a slight note of... joy. He was waiting for awakening, and, judging by everything, quite a bit.

He rose from his chair and came closer, the lamplight reflecting off his glasses.

— So, tell me. What's the last thing you remember? How are you feeling? On a scale of one to ten.