XXXI.II Indeterminate
It didn't make any goddamn sense whatsoever.

Laying on a fucking cot for what I could only count as a whole goddamn week had given me a lot in terms of information and piecing together just what the fuck was going on around me. An hour in on that barbaric technique that they called 'treating,' my mind already raced on the fact that my situation was far from what was expected for a suicidal doctor living in the city. I should've been in a proper hospital, maybe even in my old place of work since I technically didn't quit the staff yet. Waking up in what amounted to a fucking rug on the dirt inside a damp, freezing cave was the first sign that I wasn't in fucking Kansas anymore...

I then proceeded to black out from the pain. The whole treatment thing was too much without at least some sort of sedative running through my system. Sue me.

"Ughh..."
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