"I donno" the dooctor said.
"Huh?" i didnt expect that reply.I mean,I knew that the doctors here really sucked,but that was just....too lame.
"I really don't know" he repeated.
I laughed inside my head.Haha...sucker..you suck!,i thought.
The doctor looked at me for sometime."Well then,get admitted"
"Wait,what??" I said.The doctor was looking at me as if saying "who's the sucker now,dumbass?"
"Ummmm....",I couldnt think of anything to say."Ummm...are you sure?".
That was a stupid question indeed."Yes,get admitted...right away",came the answer.
I dont exactly remember what happened after that.It all happened too fast....
Day 1- ( 1st March,2 B.D):
My comrades were allowed to visit me.But they couldnt take if for long.The sickness got into them.They were sick of life.They left soon.
Then I was taken to the "colloseum" to fight.My opponent was Time!I was alone,but not unarmed.I was with my trusty laptop.But it was too weak.Without internet,it was of no use.Time was a tough opponent.I tried to fight back with some "shyoruken","yoga fire","pile drivers","red cyclones"and most of the other "street fighter" moves.But it was of no use.Time was too powerful.I simply could not kill Time!
I dont remember anything else that happened.Must have lost my mind temporarily.
Day 2 -(2nd March 2 B.D):
0800 hours
I opened my eyes.My vicinity didnt quite seem friendly.
"WOAHH"I woke up with a start.I was still in the hospital!I cant remember when or how I fell asleep.
1000 hours
I was pretty consious.And I was aware of the face that my life was in great danger.The people in B.C.Roy,are professional killers.I was told by senior ,who was nearly killed,to go home.He was one of the few lucky survivors.Then the nurse came in to see me,with an inverted bottle cap in her hand.
"More tablets",I said to myself.
I was right.There were 4 more tablets in there.8 tablets in 2 hours,my God,what are these people thinking?How sick can i possibly be?
"Of course!",my brain told me told me."Overdosage!The most common way to kill a person,and B.C.Roy's trademark move".
I groaned in pain as my throat struggled to take four tablets down with one peristaltic movement.
"You're going to the isolation room",the nurse told me.
Shit!Of course,nobody'll be around!The perfect place for murder!!..well in the hospital atleast.
"Dont worry,youll get internet there" she smirked at me.
"Internet!"I repeated.Just what I needed.My mind got to work.
"Commoon!!" I told myself,"This is it man!You got one shot at this.this slightest of mistakes can screw this up."
I knew I needed a lot of luck for this plan to work.And looking at a statistical analysis of my luck,it was quite unprobable that luck would stand by me this time.
I called another of my comrades(codename D.A.D) who stays in a remote hideout that I call 'home'
"Potu to D.A.D!D.A.D do you copy??".And two nervous seconds later the reply came "D.A.D to Potu.Yes,I copy"
Thank God, I thought as I explained to him,my excape plan.
1500 hours
The call came:
"D.A.D to Potu.Everything clear"
Exactly what I needed.Exactly what I hoped for.
A chance of survival for me.I am going to live
And so I end this journal with the following sentence.
