So here you are again. I cannot really make out who you are although I think you do look familiar. And I do find you strangely annoying because you asking me to remember things. Where is this place anyway?
"I think his condition has gotten worse."
Condition? What condition? I'm perfectly fine. Young lad, don't make it seem like I'm invisible. What's with this other guy? With that long white robe and all?
"He seems fine."
Good lad. Now, lad with the striped T-shirt, can you take me home? ... Home... Where is my...? Hey, what the heck are you doing? Why are you pulling up my shirt?
"Now, don't be afraid. I'm just checking your heart beat..."
Don't talk to me like I'm a little boy. I'm already... already... How old am I? ... Hey that thing-of-a-jing is cold! Stop it!
"Has he been talking lately?"
"No, doc. Just weird sounds."
"Does he eat?"
"Little..."
Hey, I'm not invisible here, you two brats. Now tell me, where I am! And you! Stop looking at me like that! W-w-what are you doing? Why are you flashing that light? It hurts! My eyes! Stop!
"Just a little longer. Now, Mr P, do you remember who you are?"
Of course I do... I'm... I'm.... I'm Mr P! No, wait... Who is Mr P???
"Slowly now..."
...
"He doesn't look like he can speak. Frank, it's time."
What time? Who's Frank? You??
"But doc, is there no other way?"
"I'm afraid it's too severe now."
Please, lads. Let me go home! Wherever that may be!
"Dad... Do you remember me?"
Why are asking me to remember things again? Who is your dad? Do I even have a son? ... Do I...?
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