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Day 1,288

The patients of Ward C grew more restless with each day they spent in submersive hydrotherapy. Their bodies were left suspended in vats full of an oxygen rich amniotic-based solution known colloquially as Lifeblood. The resulting loss of muscle was just about the only thing that kept them trapped within the Ward and kept the rest of the hospital that little bit safer.

They used to be content to jut float and let their minds wander back to happier times or onwards to plan what they would do once their treatment was over. This was before a junior doctor was overheard telling the nurses that they would keep their jobs for a good thirty or so years more. Before he told them that the "cure" was a sugar-coated placebo meant to weaken and delay the patients transfer to the terminal ward.

Word soon spread and within the hour a riot was beginning to form, well, as much as a group of atrophied and drug-dazed people can riot. All they really succeeded in doing was spreading their sickness to the remaining staff which resulted in Ward C being quarantined.

Eight weeks later and they're still in there. So many have been lost, too weak to survive so many days  on water alone. Others were made to take the full brunt of the blame and were left to the merciless vengeance of the staff they were trapped with.

The doctors and nurses look healthier for it.

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