Personage

Third District Hospital, New York

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I wake up with a dull pain over my entire body. 

I don't open my eyes at first, doing a self-analysis over each part of my body. I wiggle my toes, making sure I can still feel them. Nothing wrong there. Then, I test my ankles. I must've sprained the one on the right, but they feel mostly fine. Flexing my thighs, I feel a stab of pain that makes me suck my teeth. 

"Gah..." I mutter into my blankets, pulled up over my lower face. 

I flex my abs and my chest next, gingerly anticipating the next stab of pain. The agony in my leg is still there, feeling like a stake embedded in me clear down to the bone. 

I get up to my arms and try to move them. It's completely futile. Both of them are completely numb. At least they don't hurt like my fucking leg. 

Opening my eyes, I see nothing but bright sterile white light. An EKG softly beeps next to me, letting me know I'm in a hospital. Moving my head from side to side hurts too, but I manage it. The room I'm in is sheer white, more white than I've ever seen. All the medical equipment is soft rounded edges, and digital touch screens. There is a single creamy white armchair next to my bed, and no other furniture in the room. 

Two doors lead from the room, one presumably into a bathroom, and the other into the hallway, I'm guessing. I'm not sure which is which until one of them opens and a nurse walks into the room. 

For a moment, I think I must've died and gone to the afterlife. This nurse is literally the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Long black hair, blue eyes, skin almost as white as her outfit, massive tits, and a sultry look in her eyes. Her outfit is a white button-down shirt with little black cufflinks, and a white skirt cut halfway down to her knees. I've never even seen clothes that look that clean and well-kept, at least in the flesh.

But then she opens her mouth and lets me know that I technically still haven't.

"Good morning Mr. Matthews. I am Delta 7439, your personal nurse assistant. Would you like breakfast this morning?"

She's a fucking android. 

I scowl, looking away from her.

"No. Not hungry."

"Is there anything else you would like?"

"Fuck off."

"Please refrain from coarse language while interacting with nurse models. Our AI learns from experience, and we do not wish to use such language with patients."

I roll my eyes.

"Suck my dick."

"That will be fine. Would you like me to disrobe while I fellate you?"

I mentally kick myself. I should've known she would take that literally. Fucking androids! Turning hospitals into whorehouses. 

"No! Teach your fucking AI I didn't mean that literally. Now get the fuck out."

"Please avoid becoming angry. Any rash action you take has the potential for further injury."

"Then how about you avoid making me angry, and get out?"

"That will be fine."

She turns and leaves the room. 

"Christ!" I say to the empty room. I sit and stew for a moment, wishing my arms would work so I could call a human nurse. Maybe I should've had the andro-whore go and fetch one. 

But why don't my arms work anyways? What the hell happened to me? My thoughts turn to my parents. They have to be worried sick about me. I have to contact them and warn them to cancel our health plan before this place drops a bazillion-dollar bill on it. Then again, it probably has already.