You screamed. Screamed from the bottom of your lungs, as your eyes shot up in horror, the tears pouring down your face. He had faded. And the delusion wore off. Every breath you took was biting at your lungs as the actual doctor approached, holding the syringe firmly. You only sat there, praying for the 'doctor' that had been taking care of you all this time to save you, your breath hitching, making you feel like you're going insane, until...A figure hovered over you, his back shielding you from the doctor. And here he was, Corazon. You thought he was your doctor, but no...He was just another 'patient', another experiment. He gritted his teeth and yelled out.

"Leave them alone, damn it! Not toda-"

But too late, he had got cuffed, restrained, and he struggled, gulping.

"I'll take the shot!"