I stare at the ceiling, a table cold on my my back and legs. I can feel air swish above me as people pass utensils I swear I've seen before but can't make out. It makes my head feel fuzzed over, gives me a headache. I try to move my hands, but they feel strapped down. I scream, the people above me laughing. I cry loudly, like a child, and then slowly pass out. 

"Mr. Naidu, come on it's time for your medicine." The Star-Keeper murmured, smiling slightly. I nodded slowly, repeating his words back to him like the parrot I was. I followed him through the demons that lined the corridor, waiting hungrily in their rooms. I looked at them all, eyes dull and unneeded. I snarled back at one of the patients, being led to a room of linoleum tables; The Star-Keeper strapping me down on one. I looked at the doctor who's name I can't remember, smiling as he strapped me down. I felt a headache set in as the stars came into my stomach, green ink coming out off my mouth and into a urine-bucket. The ink didn't stop, and when I was done with my medication, The Star-Keeper had to get a new bucket, wiping the nausea off my face. The other demons have told me that their his, not mine; but I know that he's my Star-Keeper alone. My brain feels fuzzy again, and I pass out.