"Who are you?"

"Oh Marcy, you are all about the details. Does it really matter who I am?"

"Yes. I would like to know."

"Oh fine. I am Mr. Clark the owner of this hospital."

"Mr. Clark?"

"That's right."

"What is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why am I here?"

"You seem to be forgetting a lot lately."

"I am not forgetting... I know exactly what is going on."

"I am sure you think you do Marcy, so do many of the people who have a life-time room reserved for them here."

"I'm serious. I know exactly who I am."

"I know, I know. Marcy Jenkins the soap legend."

"Yes."

"If you keep on saying that, the real Marcy Jenkins might just sue you."

"The real Marcy Jenkins? I am the real Marcy Jenkins."

"NO! You are not!" yelled the man while placing both hands on either side of Marcy's body making her feel intimidated.

Now only inches from his face he began speak.

"You will learn your place in here or you will live your life in horrible tragedy."

"What? ---"Marcy questioned.

"If you do not learn who you are, you will be taught Marcy."

She watched as the man took a syringe from his pocket and placed it to her arm. "What is that?"

"Just a little reminder, in case you forget who you are again."

As the man finished injecting the fluid into Marcy's arm she began to cough and then gag.

"My-MY, look at your lips, I've never seen that color of blue before."

Marcy began clawing at the man and then grabbing at her covers. She was panicking, she couldn't breathe and this man was just watching her slowly die.

"Now, are you Marcy Jenkins?" the man said.

Marcy stared at him only seconds.

Marcy simply shook her head as best she could while the man took another syringe from his pocket and injected her.

Marcy felt the pressure come off of her, along with her breathing ability coming back.

"Your insane." she said, as soon as her breath caught up to her.

"Now I think you are getting it." he said, as he walked out the door.

Marcy stared at the door a few minutes before laying her head back down on the pillow.

"I told's you Marcy. They's going to kill you's."

Marcy looked back over to the corner where the voice was coming from.

"Who are you?"

"I told you's I am me, darlings."

"Why are they going to kill me? Why are they keeping me here?"

"Oh darlings, you are in troubles."

The figure came out from the corner and Marcy noticed that it was a woman.

"They's can only be's one Marcy Jenkin's darlings. You just's cant be hers any longer."

"I don't understand. Please tell me who you are."

The woman smiled and stood there quietly. "hehehehehe... Darlings I am Marcy Jenkins."

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