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Recumbent
Tony woke flat on his back. He saw the blue lights overhead and couldn't help the feeling of deja vu. He wondered what had happened this time to land him in the ward only for the most contagious or most in need of one hundred percent supervision.
The last time his recumbent form had been here was when he had the plague. He better not have relapsed. Fighting the plague once was enough for anyone.
Moving to sit up, he immediately grabbed the attention of those watching him. Soon Dr. Pitt was in there. “Just take it easy, Tony, you've contracted a rare strain of the swine flu.”
“Fuck my life. This can’t be good.” Tony thought as he succumbed back to sleep.
