There were two men standing before me.
They both had crewcuts, they both wore grey suits.
The younger and the smaller of the two men stepped forward grabbed my wrist and took my pulse.
He then took a small flashlight out of his pocket and checked my vision.
He wrote something in a small notebook and showed it to the other man.
Without a word they turned around and left the room.
The door clicked and locked behind them.
I appeared to be in some sort of break room or staff lounge.
The left sleeve of my shirt was cut off above the elbow.
My forearm stung.
I peeled back a bandage to reveal two little pin pricks.
These were not poachers.
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