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A man jolted forth on the hospital bed, his breath coming in ragged bursts and his right hand clutching at his chest.

"Whoa, now. Calm down.  Everything is okay." The soothing voice reverberated in the small white room.  He approached the startled man cautiously with both of his hands within his white lab coat pockets, the metal stethoscope bouncing noiselessly off of his lab coat.

"Whe-Where am I? Who are you?" the patient's voice fell short of confident and ended up sounding shaky and frightened.

"The infirmary."

"What....what for?"

"We removed your AI days ago and you've been going in and out of a coma now.  It also seems you're experiencing a slight case of short term memory loss.  I'm sure it will come back to you soon though."

Blaring sirens and flashing red lights were set off as the room began to shake.  The doctor swiveled his head this way and that, obviously as confused as the patient.  The medical supplies spewed out onto the floor from cabinets and desktops and the pristine hospital beds rattled in place.

"Shit! I have to get out of here. Where's the guy who was with me, Doc?"

The doctor had lost his balance and was gripping the bar on the bed next to the man's.  His moment of panic turned to confusion after he heard the statement.

"What do you mean? There's only you, no one was with you."

"Don't fucking lie to me! Where's Leonard?!" The man's scream could be heard above the siren's rhythmic song. A jolting sensation caused the entire room to jump forward and the patient and doctor slammed into the wall opposite them.  The doctor thought to himself, "Have we crashed? Surely not...," as he picked himself up off of the ground.  The two spent the next few minutes trying to collect themselves.  A sharp hiss followed by a pair of footsteps was brought to the attention of the two men in the upturned room.  Their attention was brought to the appearance of an older man who carried himself as though he were an elected official and the other was obviously his lackey, carrying a clipboard and taking notes as they spoke.

"Finally, someone who looks like they know what the hell is going on.  Where. Is. Leonard." Growled the tousled patient.

The gruff, older man gave him a quizzical look then responded, slowly. In a way that was sure to send chills down anyone's spine.

"Agent Washington, we would like to speak you. In private."

Description
A man jolted forth on the hospital bed, his breath coming in ragged bursts and his right hand clutching at his chest.

"Whoa, now. Calm down.  Everything is okay." The soothing voice reverberated in the small white room.  He approached the startled man cautiously with both of his hands within his white lab coat pockets, the metal stethoscope bouncing noiselessly off of his lab coat.

"Whe-Where am I? Who are you?" the patient's voice fell short of confident and ended up sounding shaky and frightened.

"The infirmary."

"What....what for?"

"We removed your AI days ago and you've been going in and out of a coma now.  It also seems you're experiencing a slight case of short term memory loss.  I'm sure it will come back to you soon though."

Blaring sirens and flashing red lights were set off as the room began to shake.  The doctor swiveled his head this way and that, obviously as confused as the patient.  The medical supplies spewed out onto the floor from cabinets and desktops and the pristine hospital beds rattled in place.

"Shit! I have to get out of here. Where's the guy who was with me, Doc?"

The doctor had lost his balance and was gripping the bar on the bed next to the man's.  His moment of panic turned to confusion after he heard the statement.

"What do you mean? There's only you, no one was with you."

"Don't fucking lie to me! Where's Leonard?!" The man's scream could be heard above the siren's rhythmic song. A jolting sensation caused the entire room to jump forward and the patient and doctor slammed into the wall opposite them.  The doctor thought to himself, "Have we crashed? Surely not...," as he picked himself up off of the ground.  The two spent the next few minutes trying to collect themselves.  A sharp hiss followed by a pair of footsteps was brought to the attention of the two men in the upturned room.  Their attention was brought to the appearance of an older man who carried himself as though he were an elected official and the other was obviously his lackey, carrying a clipboard and taking notes as they spoke.

"Finally, someone who looks like they know what the hell is going on.  Where. Is. Leonard." Growled the tousled patient.

The gruff, older man gave him a quizzical look then responded, slowly. In a way that was sure to send chills down anyone's spine.

"Agent Washington, we would like to speak you. In private."