You had somehow hurt your leg. You had a room next to someone who had to have surgery on their brain. The only thing you knew was their name was Harold Everlasting. He came in your room and took your clipboard and put his on your bed. As soon as he went back to his room the doctor came in. He looked at the clipboards "Ah, Harold Everlasting?" He said looking at you. "No my name is Y/N." You said. "Harold your name is not Y/N He grabbed your bed and took it to the OPERATION ROOM. The last thing you heard was your Loud screaming before you fell in a never ending sleep.
