Several days passed, or at least I was made to sleep for several extended durations. Oskar had been utilizing the pink liquid to force me to sleep. When I wasn't sleeping I was made to either bathe or walk the halls of the facility. Both activities required me to be close to Oskar as my eyes had still been covered with bandages.

When I woke up I was groggy. The coveted pink liquid had worked it's magic and I had been out of it for hours, or maybe days. As I fought through the disorientation I realized my bandages were gone.

My heart raced as I opened my eyes slowly. I feared that the bright lights in my room might blind me if the doctor hadn't already. Fortunately, the room appeared to be dimly lit, though I did not see any sources of light.

To my surprise I could see everything clearly. The edge of my bed, the glass wall, and the cart that sat on the other side of it. Every tiny detail was easy to see, as if they had been illuminated by light. But the lights were off. I was sure of it since everything was void of color.

"Close your eyes," Oskar said.

He stood behind the door to my room. I could see him clearly through the glass, but I ignored his words. The lights in my room came on and I winced from the brightness. It felt like my left eye had been set on fire. Fuck. My sensitivity to light had been magnified by whatever the doctor had done to me.

I shielded my eyes by placing a hand on my forehead as I sat up, but I couldn't stop myself from looking around. Even though it irritated my eyes, I wanted to see what was coming. I had done enough feeling around in the dark to last a lifetime.

The door to my room opened and my eyes began to adjust to the light. My breath caught in my throat and my chest tightened. Everything I looked at was in black and white. Even Oskar's piercing green eyes appeared as a deep shade of grey to me. I couldn't see any colors.

"I said to close your eyes," Oskar said as he approached me.

"Fuck you," I replied and threw off my covers. "What the hell did they do to me! I can't see color anymore." Rage filled me and my heart felt as though it might burst from my chest. The dark veins in my arms bulged.

"Calm down. I don't want to hurt you," Oskar replied as he came towards me. I already had one foot out of bed and was on my feet by the time he reached me.

"Ha. What a joke. All you people ever do is hurt me!" I shouted as heat consumed my body.

"I have no control over what the doctor does. I'm just here to make sure you recover and behave," he replied as he pulled a syringe from his belt. All the air vanished from my lungs when I saw it. I hated needles and did anything I could to avoid them.

Just as quickly as I had stood up I sat back down. Oskar held the syringe out until he was sure I would cooperate with him. My body shivered uncontrollably. The temperature in the room was colder than usual. It was just one more way they liked to torment me. I guessed it was winter time.

"Are you cold?" Oskar asked as he put the syringe away.

"Why would they make me color blind?" I replied. By the look in his eye Oskar must have been irritated that I answered his question with a question. I was sure he would scold me, but he just sighed.

"They didn't make you color blind. Your body is just getting used to your new senses," he explained.

I was surprised by his response since he never made a habit of sharing information with me. Was he growing soft with age? He had been less aggressive ever since the day he gave me pleasure. Whether it was out of guilt or pity I wasn't sure, but his new found gentleness made my hell a little more bearable.

"Proceed to the recovery phase." A muffled voice came through Oskar's radio. He sighed and grabbed a hold of my arm.

"What does that mean?" I asked as I let him pull me from the bed without resistance.

Oskar was silent. He didn't bother to answer me. Instead he dragged me out of my room and through the halls. We went to the left, following what used to be the blue line. Now it was just another shade of grey. Everything was shades of grey. I was seeing the same things I had seen day in and day out, but it all looked different. It felt like the whole place was void of life.

Time passed by in a blur. We had resumed our regular routine of torment. Running until I passed out, cold hose downs, and injections of the pink liquid when I fought too much. Just my regular daily torture with the added bonus of being able to see in the dark. A new curse courtesy of the doctor. I would have preferred to of kept my regular sight, but I never had a say in any of it.

After what felt like weeks my vision began to change. The bright colors I thought I'd never see again returned to me. I was thankful to get to see the piercing green color of Oskar's eyes again, and I had hoped that the doctor had moved on to a new patient. After all I had never gone so long without seeing him before.

Unfortunately my hope was swiftly crushed one day when Oskar dragged me toward the right hallway. As soon as we took the turn I began to resist him. I pulled free of his grip and took off running in the opposite direction. His response was swift. I only made it a few steps away before he tackled me to the ground.

We struggled on the floor. My elbow caught his jaw when he tried to roll me onto my stomach. I thought for a moment that I might actually win the fight, but then he pulled out a syringe and plunged it into my neck. My compliance was instant.