"Phew, F*ck, I... had such a vivid dream, almost ripped my throat out, the pain felt so real... and that damn, beeping machine..."
John, emotionally charged, looked around the hospital room while gasping for air.
He admitted to himself that he was a bit crazy, but being confined for so long, it felt unbearable not to let off some steam.
"Damn, where's that beeping thing?"
The room was an ordinary spacious flat, with only a mobile iron rack holding some nutrient drips beside him, lacking any vital sign monitoring equipment.
"What's going on, there's a beeping sound echoing in my head, could it be an illusion... really strange, was that dream of pulling out the tubes real too... Damn, felt just like the real thing."
John looked at his hands in confusion.
Brand new alloy skeleton prosthetic limbs, with skin-colored durable faux leather, the knuckles were black metal, like a portable brass knuckle, balancing local hardness while maintaining an aesthetic look.
