Poisoned Blood 2: Return Of The Surgeons

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       I don't know how I fell asleep with all the pain I was suffering from, but I did somehow. My sleep was quite restless, I didn't get much energy from resting. I feel my eyes slowly open, dried tears making it hurt to do so. When I fully wake up, my eyes dart around the room, making sure none of those freak surgeons were with me. Thankfully, none of them were present, but my gaze falls on something else near me. On the wall next to the table I was strapped to, a figure of a young girl, maybe around fourteen years old, was propped up against it. The smell of decay was being emitted from her, making me feel nauseous. I peered at her closely to get a better look at her, but regret doing so. My stomach dropped in disgust, my heart sinking in horror.
        The girl's torso was wrapped in bandages, with bloody feathers poking out of them. In fact, several of these sharp-looking feathers were stuck in random places all over her body, like she was a voodoo doll. Streams of old, crusted blood had formed out of each wound, creating a dark puddle underneath her. I wanted to stop looking, but my eyes betrayed me, following the waterfall of blood going down her neck and chest to her face. I let out a gasp of pure fear; her eyes were opened wide, hooks stuck into her eyelids, stretching them into a diamond shape. Just like a clown's. Hooks were also embedded into the corners of her mouth, pulling it up into a huge smile that stretched from ear to ear. Her once-golden hair was sticky with blood, wild and knotted.
        I couldn't help but let out a shriek, combined with wails of panic. I screamed till my throat hurt, the girl's rotten stench burning my nose. I hear the door swing open, but that doesn't stop my cries. Suddenly, something smacks me across the face.
        "Sheesh," A cheerful female voice remarks, "Do ya think ya can shut the hell up maybe? Or do I hafta make ya?" I look at the short woman standing over me, grinning a very toothy grin that is framed with shiny red lips. Her eyes are huge and glistening fully white. Her eyebrows arch up high like a clown's. She is wearing a short nurse's dress, with red tights and pink heels, and her hair is pulled into two fluffy blue pigtails.
        "Damn you!" I shout, my voice shaking in terror at the sight of this clown-nurse. I normally don't swear, but this time I felt that it was appropriate. Her smile widens even more.
        "That's no way to talk to Dr. Happy," She giggles, lifting an oxygen mask to my face, turning a machine on, "This should help ya have a better attitude towards me while I work on ya." She cackles so evilly, it sends pure dread through my bones, causing a chill down my spine. "This here what you're breathin' in is my fabulous Laughing Gas."
        Suddenly my body feels light and ticklish. Dr. Happy lifts the mask off me, and I involuntarily start laughing quietly. The laughs turn more intense, until my whole body is rocking with the giggles, echoing around the room like I was some maniac. I couldn't stop laughing.
        Even though I was fear-stricken on the inside, I continued to laugh as Dr. Happy shoves feathers into each of my wounds, breaking the stitches apart. I started whining, but also continuing to uncontrollably laugh. After that, she began to brush feathers along my arms, legs, sides, and under my chin, tickling me. I let real giggles out this time, and she started to do it with her fingers, but her nails were long and pointed, and she dug them into me till I had tears streaming down my face and I was choking on my own laughter.