Dr. NoSleep (host)

A wave of sadness engulfs me as I think about them being brought to a kill shelter.

My eyelids flutter and grow so heavy I can't lift them again.

Darkness swarms me.

I gasp for breath and try to sit up, but my body feels as if it's about a thousand pounds heavier than normal.

With great effort, I open my eyes, wincing at the lights shining down from the ceiling.

The doctor's face comes into view.

He's still smiling.

I twitch, trying to raise my hands to fight him off.

Then another face comes into view.

Sipes.

His nose is intact, his face completely uninjured.

I do a mental sweep of my body, realizing there's no pain in my chest, my ear, or my throat.

How's the blood district?

Sipes asks with a smirk.

My mouth tastes like my dog Bear's perpetually bad breath, and of course he's the one who always wants to lick my face.

I manage to get my mouth open.

What the shit is going on?

Sipes and the doctor share a look.

While they do, I glance around, seeing that I'm in the doctor's exam room, where he gave me the shot earlier.

A complex looking machine rests next to me, a bunch of wires trailing from sensors arranged into the form of a helmet.