The Honest Guest: Night 05

       I feel sick, and my head is spinning. Where…am I? I shouldn’t have eaten that cake. I can feel my body fighting against whatever was in it. If I could just get it out of my system, maybe the worst part will be over.

       The young man tossed and turned, groaning. He made a choked noise and instinctively rolled over, feeling the edge of the bed that he lay on. There was an empty bucket nearby, and he quickly seized it. A retching noise filled the air for a moment, followed by the scent of sugar and stomach acid.
       With another groan, the young man pushed the stinking bucket aside and rested his chin near the edge of the bed. Elbows dangling slightly, the young man looked over his surroundings. He found himself lying on a hospital bed, in the small room with a checkered floor. A pink, privacy screen obscured his view of most of the room, save for most of the wall to his left. There was a grey cabinet nearby, with bottles of red liquid and containers of tweezers, but the young man’s horrified gaze was caught on something else; surrounding the cabinet and set up on metal stands, were several, enormous syringes slightly varying in size. The smallest of them was the size of his arm.
       There was a creak on the other side of the room, as the door opened and shut. As footsteps approached, the young man could steadily make out the shape of a figure on the other side of the curtain. From it a womanly voice purred, “Let’s see what I have for today…”
       The figure turned, allowing the young man to see the shape of her long tail and lizard-like head. She picked up a clipboard from a desk that was against the wall to his right. Her tongue flicking out of her mouth as she spoke, “Ah, yes. I have that new patient here.” She chuckled, making a deep noise that gurgled in her throat. “Oh, I can’t wait-”
       The young man had started to sit up, and the bed creaked in response. The creature froze and so did he. Afterwards, the creature slowly set down the clipboard and made her way around the curtain. A pink spotted and scaly head then appeared, wearing a white cap to match her white uniform. The red-ish eye beneath the half-closed, purple eyelid, with luscious eyelashes, slid over the young man, and her thick, dark pink lips curled into a smile.
       “Ah, I’m glad to see that you’re awake. How are you feeling?” the lizard-like woman glanced at the bucket and went on, “Not good I see. Well, don’t worry, handsome. You’re very lucky that there’s a nurse like me staying at this hotel. That dish that you ate certainly didn’t agree with you. Sit tight now. You’ll need plenty of rest, but before you do…”
       The creature turned away and headed for the grey cabinet, picking up a syringe as tall as herself. With another throaty purr, she finished, “I’m going to check your blood.”
       She turned back around towards him and approached the bed, with the syringe held up over her head. She urged with rising excitement, “Now, show me your juicy vein. I’m going to pierce it with this dull needle.”
       The lizard-like woman let out a sensual moan and brought down the syringe, as the young man scrambled off of the bed. With a horrendous creak and tear, the needle stabbed through the bed and wire framing. There was also a crunch as the needle buried itself into the tile floor. The woman gave a mildly confused groan, and her eye glanced over at the young man in realization as he bolted around the privacy screen. With a grunt, the lizard-like woman pulled the syringe free from the bed. The young man threw open the door and hurried out into the dark, with the creature pursuing him.
The young man passed one dull candle after another, he could hear her thudding steps steadily catching up. The closer she got, the more he could hear her lustful panting. The young man made a hard turn around a corner and caught sight of a yellow figure in front of him before colliding with it.
The duck he ran into let out a surprised quack as they both fell. The bells on the duck’s spiked collar jingled when he hit the ground, but the young man tumbled over him. In his desperation, the young man scrambled back onto his feet and continued running. Upon hearing a panicked quack behind him, the young man glanced over his shoulder; the lizard-like woman loomed over the clown-looking duck, putting a foot against his back. With a throaty laugh, she brought the syringe down onto the back of the duck’s head. She let out a gurgling moan as she began to draw blood, with the red liquid steadily moving past the number “1” then “2”. All the while, the duck’s writhing lessened and his body began to shrivel.
The young man turned away, feeling the uneasiness in his stomach kick up again, and he quickly entered the nearest door, which happened to be one labeled “Jacuzzi”.