The syringe withdrew from the temporal lobe.
The barrel was full with a pure black liquid.
“This can’t be right,” the Dr thought.
He made a quick cut to the forearm, surprising the patient.
It was totally unethical, but he had to test something.
More liquid oozed out - not pure black, but not red.
“Ouch!” the patient screamed.
The doctor had never seen this before.
“I told you, the darkness is consuming me again.” The patient looked scared but relieved to be right.
“How long have you felt this way?” the doc asked nervously, yet with genuine curiosity.
“Years,” the patient answered.
“Every time I think I’ve found a cure, IT returns.”
“It runs red for a while. My blood.”
“But never for long,” the patient added.
“The darkness always comes back.”
The doctor tested the patient’s upper thigh with another syringe. This time the barrel turned red. Not blood red but definitely not black.
The doctor looked puzzled, then suddenly scrabbled for something on his desk.
A pen and paper.
He scribbled a little note and handed it to the patient.
E S C A P E
Y O U R
H E A D
I really like how visual and physical this is. Nice piece 🔥