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Essay / A Dreamer's Amnesia - 1334
It was around ten to five and Gavin couldn't understand how fate had blessed him enough to be able to sit where he was right now. His first meeting with Marquis was difficult, but once he was able to put his thoughts into words and explain to the doctor why he was there, it was as if he had become a royal guest in this small hospital. cramped. First came the quick, harsh apology as Marquis shook Gavin's hand with authoritarian exuberance, and after the handshake that left Gavin's hand crushed came the informal tour of every room in the building. To say it wasn't much to look at was an exaggeration of the year since every room they passed through to reach Marquis' workspace was empty, completely devoid of furniture. Although Marquis tried to stop Gavin from inspecting the dilapidated walls and emptiness all around, Gavin couldn't help but notice that there was a sort of cleanliness to the place. That was about an hour ago and now Gavin was sitting comfortably in a leather chair facing Marquis as he continued to work even under the gifts of a visitor. Gavin looked around causally and noticed that the back room of the hospital held more than any other part. Filled with paperwork, tons of medical equipment, a rather ominous medical table, and a trap door poorly hidden by a few extra couches, it was the perfect setting to play an old game of I-spy. “So let's stop all this chatter, Mr. Dermot” “Gavin, please.” “Um, that's right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you're here?” Marquis asked and swiveled in his chair to face his guest, forcing a ball of straight brown hair to hang over his eyes. It was proof that a shower was needed to clean off all the oil that was glistening on his hair. It has reached you... middle of paper...... without it none of this would be possible Don't be afraid and don't worry, the sedative I'm going to give you will only help. numb your body and put you to sleep. » he asked. “Yes,” Gavin replied, looking at the empty ceiling. His eyes traced the small imperfections in the dry wall, imagining different creatures he recognized. Without warning, a sharp pain erupted in his neck. He hissed and looked up with his eyes, watching the rather intimidating liquid from the syringe pump enter him. Almost instantly, the flesh around the sting went numb, even feeling almost dead. He blinked in surprise and looked at Marquis, panicked. “Strange feeling, huh?” I couldn't agree more, Gavin thought sarcastically and let the numbness spread throughout his body, turning him into nothing but dead meat as his brain began to function. disappear into the darkness.