Mitch was still staring into the reflection with awe and amazement as to what she was gazing at. She couldn't quite understand what she was looking at. She pulled her hand to her face and touched herself, then the mirror. Mitch's part of the brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, and went into some sort of shock. She ran from the bathroom into the hospital bed, staring at her hands. *SMASH* The door flung open as the same man as from before barged in with some sort of meter in his hand. Mitch looked up, still shaking. The man looked at her with fear, "Where's Mitch?!" he asked hesitantly. "I am " Mitch paused, "I'm Mitch." "Damn,
Mitch had been feeling under the weather for the past few days and didn't want to believe that he was actually sick. He also was lacking the money to be sick considering the price of just buying a hospital bed for a few days. He dealt with is ailments as he always did, he took pills like they were candy and drank enough water to satisfy an elephant. This would usually work, it kept him feeling "good" and flushed out the bad. This time, on the other hand, was different, because the sickness was different.
Mitch sat in front of his TV when a sudden urge to use the restroom hit him. He immediately got up and went to the restroom, but when he