The first thing that hit me as I awoke from my unconscious state was the throbbing headache

that pulsated in waves from the front to the back of my head.

As I tried to open my eyes, I could feel my stomach churred, and before I could even

think to react, I could feel its contents force their way up my throat.

I turned to my side and let out a foul tasting mixture of bile and food.

You're alright, just let it out.

Boys, hey, it's normal to feel a bit sick after the sedation.

My eyes hurt as I tried to open them, burned by the intense light around us.

All I could see was a middle-aged man sitting by my side with a comforting smile.

I tried to talk, but the effort just prompted another round of vomit.

You're gonna feel like shit for the next couple of hours, trust me.

Don't try to talk yet.

I was not wanting to taste my half-digested meal, it took his advice.

I tried to just observe my surroundings.

It was a large room with plain white walls.

There were people walking around, all wearing numbered jumpsuits with names on them.

In addition, there were a lot of people just lying around unconscious, presumably drug-desired

bit.

So your name is David, huh?

He asked.

I wanted to respond.

But as I thought about it, I realized I hadn't the faintest idea who or what I was.

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