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Patient/ Doctor Confidentiality

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Paul leaned against the bathroom wall as the room seemed to tilt. He tried to climb out of the shower, gripping frantically at the shower curtain but fell to the floor. Chyme bubbled up in the back of his throat as his body was racked with deep convulsions. A deep pain seared through his leg. He fought to keep his eyes focused on something. Anything.

There was a scream. And the outline of a black, patent-leather heel.

When Paul awoke he was in a brightly lit room, a tube running out of the crook in his arm. There was a faint muttering of voices, pattering feet, and a beeping noise. The pain in his leg had subsided to a dull ache. He glanced around the room. The tube in is his arm was connected to a drip bag hanging on a metal rack; it was filled with a cloudy-white liquid.

He was about to reach up and take the bag down to inspect it when some rustling made him halt. Behind a bleach white curtain he could see another cot, and that someone was stirring. There came a low guttural sound. Then silence.

Paul got out of bed. He paused, waiting to see if there was any more movement behind the curtain. Nothing. He made his way to the curtain, his hand shaking as he pulled it aside.

"Jesus."

A door opened and then clicked shut somewhere behind him. "What are you doing?"

"What the hell is this?" Paul's voice cracked as he took a step back. Before him laid the red-haired man from the train. The man's body was covered in huge, gaping sores -- their edges ranging in color from reds to purples; his skin was curled over itself, scaly and thin.

The man's eyes were darting around the room when they hooked onto Paul's. His arms leapt out, desperately grasping at the sleeve of Paul's hospital gown. "H-help me..." he wheezed. His eyes rolled back into his skull. His back arched as his body began to shake violently, just as it had on the train. This time rusty colored froth came gurgling up out of his mouth. After one final heave his body went limp.

Paul turned around. His eyes landing on a bald man in a long, white lab-coat. "What the hell is this?" he nearly screamed.

"Just forget what you saw and I'll get something to help you sleep." said the doctor.
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You're really good at this! :D