The Air-Sucking Hell Machine

Every four hours, the watchers show up to take vitals. They connect me to liquid-filled bags and give me potions to drink. Takers are summoned by the incantation lab work. One day the putters showed up with a new potion for me to drink. Why do I have to drink this? Because the takers have determined that I don't have enough,. The potion is vile. Imagine the smell of a wet dog. Now imagine that concentrated into a carbonated beverage that's gone warm and flat. This was the new my day for the past week. Until today, the Watchers have proclaimed that the flu was gone, and now he return to his old