Suddenly, the machine emitted a deafening roar, its metal casing bursting apart as a massive explosion ripped through the room. Allen felt himself lifted off the ground, his body hurled backward as the blast wave struck him with incredible force.He landed hard on the floor, his head spinning as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But as he sat up, a searing pain shot through his face, and he knew something was wrong.His hands flew to his cheeks, and he felt a wave of horror as he realized that part of his face was burned, the skin charred and blackened by the intense heat of the explosion.Allen's vision blurred as he stumbled to his feet, his mind reeling with shock and agony. He staggered backward, his eyes fixed on the smoldering ruins of the machine as if unable to believe what had just occurred.The room was in shambles, the walls cracked and broken, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning metal. And Allen's face... his face was a burning, throbbi
The hospital doors burst open as the paramedics rushed Allen into the emergency ward, his body battered and bruised. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding him with a flurry of activity."Get him on the table, now!" a doctor yelled, as they quickly transferred Allen to a gurney.A nurse began to cut away his clothes, revealing the extent of his injuries. "Oh my god," she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.A doctor stepped forward, his face set in a determined expression. "Let's get to work. We need to stabilize him, stat!"The team moved with precision, their hands moving swiftly as they inserted IVs, attached monitors, and administered medication. Allen's eyes fluttered open, his gaze darting wildly around the room."Hey, Allen, can you hear me?" a nurse asked, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're safe now. We've got you."Allen's eyes locked onto hers, his mouth opening in a silent scream as the pain and chaos overwhelmed him.The medical team continued their work, thei
Allen lay in bed, his mind racing with fragmented memories. He stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together his past. The nurse had told him his name, but that was about it. He had no idea who he was, where he came from, or what his life was like before the hospital.As the hours passed, Allen's memories slowly began to return. But there were still gaps, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something important was missing.The hospital staff was kind and supportive, but they were tight-lipped about his past. "You need to rest and recover," they'd say. "You'll remember everything in time."But Allen was impatient. He wanted answers now. He wanted to know who had brought him to the hospital, and why. He wanted to know what had happened to him.But no one was allowed to see him yet, except for the medical staff. The doctor had ordered complete isolation, citing Allen's fragile state.So Allen lay in bed, his mind spinning with questions, with no one to turn to for answers. He felt l
Allen's eyes snapped open in the darkened hospital room. He lay still for a moment, listening to the steady beep of the machines surrounding him. He was tired of this place, tired of the constant questions and the endless tests. He just wanted to go home.But every time he asked to be discharged, the doctors and nurses would shake their heads. "Not yet, Mr. Allen," they would say. "You're not ready."Allen threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was ready. He had to get out of here.He slowly got to his feet, his head spinning slightly. He took a deep breath and began to make his way across the room, his eyes fixed on the door.As he reached the doorway, he hesitated. The hallway was dimly lit, but he could see the nurses' station at the far end. He knew they would stop him if they saw him trying to leave.Allen took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. He moved quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his chest.He reached the elevators and p
Allen's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with darkness, and a wave of pain washed over him, threatening to engulf him. His face felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't help but groan.He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. He was lying on a narrow bed or table, and his wrists and ankles were bound to it.As he struggled to remember where he was and how he got there, Allen's hand instinctively went to his pocket. To his surprise, his fingers closed around a familiar shape - sunglasses.He pulled them out, confusion etched on his face. How did they get there? He didn't remember having them before.Allen's pain-addled brain struggled to make sense of it, but he was too hurt to care. He just wanted the agony to stop.With a Herculean effort, Allen managed to put on the sunglasses, the frames digging into his sore skin. But as he did, something strange happened. The darkness seemed to recede, and he could see his surroundings more clear
Allen's body convulsed on the floor, his eyes scrunched shut behind the sunglasses. He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving with sobs.A woman cane forward, dressed in what seemed like a lab coat and stared at Allen with contempt. Her voice cut through the air, irritation etched in her tone. "That's enough, Mr. Allen. Stop pretending."But Allen couldn't stop. The memories kept coming, a relentless barrage of images and emotions that threatened to tear him apart.The other people in the room exchanged skeptical glances. "He's faking it, Dr. Taylor." one of them said to the woman. Dr. Taylor's expression turned cold. "Mr. Allen, I warn you. Stop this charade immediately."But Allen's body continued to shake, his face contorted in anguish. He was beyond control, lost in a maelstrom of memories that refused to let him go."Stop it!" Dr. Taylor's voice rose to a shout. "Stop it now!"But Allen couldn't stop. He was trapped in a living nightmare, and the memories just kept coming.O
The machines surrounding Allen whirred to life, their screens flashing with data and readings. Dr. Taylor's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she raised a small device, its tip pointed directly at Allen's forehead."Shit!!" "I really have to get back my memory, I was at the brink at remembering who I am, why the heck can't I remember who I am!" Allen berated himself internally. "This is the final stage," Dr. Taylor said, her voice dripping with excitement. "We're going to push your mind to the limit, see how much you can really handle."Allen's thoughts were a jumbled mix of fear and desperation. He knew he had to resist, but his body was numb, his mind trapped.The device emitted a high-pitched whine, and a blinding light shot out, enveloping Allen's head. He felt his mind being pulled apart, his thoughts shredded by some unseen force.Dr. Taylor's voice was a distant echo, her words indistinguishable from the cacophony of pain and fear that filled Allen's mind.And then, everythin
Allen's feet pounded the pavement, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to run. He had no idea where he was going, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to keep moving. As he ran, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the sunglasses, slipping them onto his face.At first, nothing seemed to change. But then, something strange began to happen. As he looked through the lenses, the familiar streets and buildings around him started to stir a deep memory. He slowed his pace, his mind racing with fragments of recollection.Wait, hadn't he turned left up ahead before? And wasn't there a big oak tree on the corner of his street? The memories were hazy, but they felt real.With growing excitement, Allen picked up his pace again, his feet carrying him in a direction he hadn't consciously chosen. But as he ran, the memories grew stronger, more vivid. He remembered the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the sidewalk. He remembered th