The pain of her head hitting the floor jolted her slightly awake, keeping her from passing out completely.
The toilet was still gurgling.
Eileen lay sprawled on the bathroom floor, her eyes vacant, her pants around her knees. She instinctively reached for them, but her limbs were utterly powerless. All the flesh on her body felt soft as mud.
What was happening? Why had her entire body suddenly gone rigid?
A faint noise suddenly came from outside. The room door opened!
Eileen, barely conscious, twisted her head around in terror. How could anyone have gotten into her room?!
A cleaner pushing a cleaning cart appeared. He was an elderly white man with a smile on his face. As soon as he entered, he shut the door and clicked the chain into place.
Eileen was terrified. She had no idea what was happening, but it was obvious that something was wrong. She screamed with all her might, but her powerless vocal cords produced only a faint, strange sound.
"Ms. Eileen, don't worry. Cooperate obediently and it won't hurt. I'm only giving you a little physical examination."
As the old cleaner spoke, he put on a Gas Mask and medical gloves. Then he rummaged through the sheets and pillowcases on the cart, pulling out a syringe, medicine bottles, a blood pump, and a strange machine of unknown purpose.
Eileen screamed in terror, but her voice was so faint it could not even leave the bathroom. She struggled desperately on the floor, yet remained completely powerless, like a half-dead fish weakly flopping about.
"Relax, take it easy. Look at this." The old man pulled a small medicine bottle from his pocket and waved it before her eyes. "If you're too scared, I'll inject the whole bottle into you, but you'll regret it. So