Amnesia of a Dreamer

The time was around ten till five and Gavin couldn’t begin to reason how fate blessed him enough in order to sit where he was at the moment. His first introduction with Marquis was a rough one but once he was able to form thoughts into words and tell the doctor why he was there, it was like he had become a royal guest in the small cramped hospital. First came the apologies fast and hard as Marquis shook Gavin’s hand with overbearing exuberance, and after the handshake that left Gavin’s hand feeling crushed came the casual tour of all the rooms in the building. Saying that it wasn’t much to look at was the overstatement of the year since every room they passed in order to reach Marquis’s work space was empty, completely devoid of furniture. Though Marquis tried to keep Gavin from inspecting the run down walls and the emptiness all around them, 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 sat comfortably in a leather chair facing Marquis as he continued to work even in the presents of a visitor. Gavin looked causally around and noticed the back room of the hospital had more in it than any other part. Filled with papers, tons of medical equipment, a rather ominous looking medical table, and a trap door hidden poorly by some more couches, it was the perfect setting for playing an old game of I-spy.

“So lets cut all this chitchat, Mr. Dermot”

“Gavin, please.”

“Er-right, Gavin. So please tell me again why you’re here?” Marquis asked and swiveled on his chair to face his guest, forcing glob of straight rich brown hair to hang down into his eyes. It was evidence to the fact that a shower was much needed to cleanse all the oil shining off his hair. He reached u...

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...out that, none of this would be possible. Do not be afraid and do not worry, the sedative that I will give you will only numb your body and make you fall asleep. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes” Gavin answered and stared up at the blank ceiling. His eyes outlined the small blemishes in the dry wall, imagining different creatures that he recognized. Without warning a sharp pain flared throughout his neck. He hissed and looked over with his eyes, watching the rather intimidating syringe pump liquid into him. Almost instantly the flesh around the puncture became numb, feeling almost dead even. He blinked in surprise and looked panicky up at Marquis.

“Weird feeling, huh?”

I couldn’t agree more, Gavin thought sarcastically and allowed the numbing spread through out his whole body, turning it into nothing but dead meat as his brain started to fade away into darkness.