A man, bleeding from a gunshot wound, walks into a tall, brick building. He screams for help, and two nurses rush out from a pair of swinging doors.
“Relax, sir,” one of them tells him. “We will take care of you right away.”
They lift him onto a stretcher and wheel him down a long hallway, full of typical-looking waiting rooms. However, from the rooms, he can hear the sounds of muffled moans and the soft crunching of bones.
“What is going on in here?” he asks, panicking.
“We’re taking you to be taken care of,” a nurse says with a grin.
“The hell you are,” he shouts as he rolls off the stretcher and onto the floor, landing on his wound. “What kind of hospital is this? You’re supposed to heal people in a hospital, not kill them."
He backs up against a room and steals a glance into it. There, in a chair, a man with a rash can be seen being torn apart by hands that protrude from the walls, and then being pulled into the walls themselves.
“What is this?” he screams as the nurses surrounded him and pull out a syringe full of clear liquid. He struggles as they inject it into him.
As his vision begins to fade, he mutters, “This is a horrible hospital.”
“Who said anything about this being a hospital?” the nurse asks. “This place just likes being fed the weak.”