Hospital “Mother of Monsters”

“The headaches are getting worse every day. I vomited up something that I don't think is even a part of me. There is something happening to me that I cannot quite explain. I have tried to figure it out. I have looked everywhere for answers, but all I have to go on is the strange wounds on my hands; my index finger is missing.

Along with this is a single phrase.

“Non Fel Virginia.”

The doctors won't tell me anything. They just keep looking at me like I am crazy, like I have done something awful.

But they do not understand.

I don't remember much. They sealed the room I am in. They’re calling it a quarantine. No one has been in to see me. I must have been in surgery because my medical chart is here. So little of it makes sense. I have gone over the information over and over, and though it may be true, I can't accept it. It just makes me sound like something awful.

I only came in to get tests. That was all. I felt sick. Very sick. I just wanted to know why I was feeling sick.

They had me stay overnight. I had a dream about my dead mother. She was dying again, her fluids and stool flung all over the white, devoid room. No one had seen her in hours. No one was helping her. I tried to, I think.

I woke up, but her fluids were still on my hands. I could see them, and they wouldn't wash off no matter how much I tried. No matter how raw my flesh became.

They had a psychologist come in and talk to me. I told them about the dream, about the feeling of scratching on the inside of my skin. He looked concerned, and I reminded him that I was a doctor, that he could tell me what was wrong.

However, he didn't say anything. Just looked at me with confusion and left to talk to my presiding nurse.

The chart is incomplete. It doesn't say much about the days after the psychologist. Maybe it does and I just don't know it. I can't trust my memory anymore. Things seem to be blurring together. My dreams and reality aren't separating like they should.

I feel like I am asleep all the time.

Days have passed. They may be passing now. Maybe they have already happened. I was given a shot because I had eaten my finger during the night. They said I told them I needed to eat it to be free, that there was something wrong with my skin.

They had performed many tests on me. There were a lot of messes and mistakes.

I asked the doctor to explain what was happening and reminded him again that I was a doctor. I would understand. One of them, a male, sighed, like he was letting go of a secret.

He said to me “Why do you keep referring to yourself as doctor? You never were a doctor.”

That is when things got bad. They sealed the room after they saw what I had done with him; with what was left of him. They don't understand...

The chart says that they thought that there was some-thing wrong with the inside. The problem is not something trying to get in; it is something trying to get out. Something awful.

The form on the outside, isn't the real person.

At this moment, I am looking in the mirror again. The thing looking back at me doesn't look like me at all.

That is why I have had to do the things Echidna has done.

There are several black forms on the ground around it, and around me.

They are attempts at freedom. Failed masses of liquid and shifting muscle tissues. They came out of it, but they were not proper reproductions.

Fel Non Virginia.

I will be free soon.”

The police came to my door. They asked me if I knew any information about the woman who wrote this...confession...

on the floor of her hospital room. Why they thought I would know anything, I have no idea.

I hate hospitals.

The woman apparently escaped shortly after killing a male doctor. She wasn't brought into police custody immediately because she was apparently infected with some yet to be identified agent.

She escaped from the third story of the hospital through a window. How she managed to walk away from that is any-one's guess. The cops seemed really bent out of shape. They said that she made a real mess, and that if I hear anything, I should tell them right away. The room has remained under quarantine until the truth about the agent is understood, and then the place cleaned up.

I found out during my shift at the diner that one of the nurses had quit, due to psychological reasons. They were attempting to clean up the black masses on the floor that the woman had coughed up. The nurse claims that one of the masses started “breathing.”

It is warm outside. Spring with be here within the month.

It smells nice.

The sun is out