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“That’s not a problem. Thank you again.”, I waited for the sound of three beeps indicating the call was over before pulling off my headset and burying my face into my hands. I looked down to the bottom right corner of my computer screen. 2:00 pm. I had 3 more hours to go. I was already so exhausted. I felt like I had been working forever. I needed some sort of break. I stood up and walked down the aisle. My cubicle was located at the end of the row. I pass other agents taking calls. The clicks and clacks of keyboards firing away and the ‘hellos’ And ‘goodbyes’ echoing as I made my way past. Everyone completely focused. As if they didn’t notice me pass. Maybe they didn’t.

I reach the end of the aisle and make my way over to the bathroom. There’s a laminated notice on the front door of both the male and female bathrooms with a stock photo of a cellphone that reads “Please no cell phone use” but who really listens to that?

I push the door open and walk inside. It’s strangely empty. No one at the urinals. No one standing in the corner on their phone. No one standing by the sinks shooting the shit. That is certainly odd. Either way I walk into one of the stalls, undo my pants, pull out my phone and sit on the toilet. This was a great way to kill some time and a better way to not go completely insane from dialing phone numbers all day. I look at my phone screen and can’t seem to connect to anything. Looks like I have no signal. That’s definitely odd. I put my phone on my leg and rub my eyes. When I open them I notice something I really hadn’t paid much attention to before. My eyes took a second to adjust but it looked like a blurry black hole in the middle of the floor about 6 inches wide. My eyes adjust. It’s a drain pipe. It’s walls were sleek black and grimy. I was struck with an ominous sense of panic. What am I doing? It’s a fucking drain pipe. I chuckle to myself and pick up my phone. Damn, still no signal. Then I hear it. A low screech. As if an animal was dying in the far off distance. My heart jumps as I look up and shout “Hello!?” In a moment of panic. No response. I look down to the stall door. I don’t see any shoes. There doesn’t seem to be anyone in here.

“Yeaggghhh!” I heard it loud and clear this time. I almost break my damn neck as I fly off the toilet and grab for my pants. My phone hits the floor with a loud “CLACK!” But I’m too busy pulling up my pants in fear to notice. I slam the lock open and run out of the stall. Empty. There is no one in here with me. I look around. My breath is heavy now. I keep looking left to right as if something is going to suddenly pop out of thin air. Still nothing. I take a deep breath and try to gather a logical explanation. It literally could’ve been rusty pipes. I’m not completely convinced but just enough to blow it off and get back to work. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone. I realize it’s not in there. I look around for a bit. Then I see it. It’s laying on the floor right next to the drain. Screen face down. I walk over and kneel down to pick it up. As I touch my phone I hear a low growl coming from the drain. I stop with my hand on my phone and stare into the murky abyss of the drain. I hear the low growl again. Very faint. “rrrrrr” it’s low whispered growl continuous. For some reason I’m frozen in a panic. My hand glued to my phone which is still on the floor. I must look like a fucking idiot staring down a bathroom drain. I move my hand and pull my phone off the floor. My eyes still staring down the long dark hole. I suddenly feel sick. I’m stricken with a sudden jolt of nausea. Before I can react it spews out like the goddamn exorcist. I projectile vomit on to the floor. I helplessly watch the clear liquid spew out of my mouth then suddenly I spot a black slug in the mess and the liquid ceases. My mouth remains open. What the fuck did I just puke out!? I stare at it as it just lies on the floor. It looked like a leech. It had a sleek black mushy body maybe 2-3 inches long. What in the unholy hell is happening. I finally pick my phone up off the floor and get up. I take a few steps back. My eyes never leaving the creature that just came out of my mouth. Then it begins. I hear a hiss coming from the drain “ssssssSssSSSSSSS” it begins growing louder. Then the creature begins to move. It’s still alive! I wanted to cry. I wanted to piss my pants. But instead I just watch as this thing slithers slowly towards the drain. I finally shout “fuck this!” Before if even reaches the drain and sprint for the door. I take a few steps before the door flys open. I’m now face to face with one of my PA’s, Cruz.

“Im sorry, man, I..I..I puked on the floor and this fucking worm, dude! Down the drain! Fucking hissing, man!” Cruz stares at me confused.

“Yo, slow down. What are you talking about?” I turn back. There’s no liquid. There’s no slug. There’s not even a fucking drain!

“Wait. Where’d it go!?” I shout as I frantically look around at the floor.

“What’d you lose, man, don’t freak out I’ll help you find it.” Cruz responds in his soft voice. “I hope it’s not your phone, man, you know our policy”

“There was a drain. I heard noises coming from it. I puked. There was a black slug in my puke. Where’d it all go?”

“Are you sure you didn’t fall asleep on the toilet?” Responds Cruz in confusion. Had I fallen asleep? Maybe I had and I had just woken up in a panic. It’s possible.

“Maybe…” I respond staring blankly at the floor. “Maybe I-“ I stop as I look up. The bathroom entrance door is gone. It’s nothing but tile wall. It takes me a second. Am I still dreaming? Are the LSD flashbacks kicking in? Have I ever even taken LSD? “Hey, Cruz” I say calmly “the bathroom door is gone, man” he looks back to where the door once was and then back to me with a confused smile

“What?” He lets out a quiet chuckle as he asks.

“The door is gone, man, I don’t know wh-“ I notice something out of the corner of my eye and turn to my left. The bathroom stalls are gone. I stare at the tile walls. I don’t even know what to think. “Cruz, I think I’m having a stroke” I say calmly as I stare at the vacant space where the stalls once were.

“What? Are you being serious” he asks. His voice a little more serious and a little more panicked this time.

“The bathroom stalls are gone, man” I say to him emotionless. I can hear him fumbling around in his pocket but I’m too afraid to turn my head to find something else is gone or that Cruz is suddenly a giant worm.

“Here, man, this is way against company policy but take it cos you’re freaking out, man” he says panicked as he hands me what feels like a pill. I lift it up to my face. A black pill capsule. I stare at it for a few seconds before popping it into my mouth and with a hard dry swallow I feel it pass down my throat. As it makes its way down I feel it expand. I feel my throat expand. I feel my neck expand. I begin to gag. There’s something crawling up my fucking throat. I start to panic and attempt to gag. I feel a hand slap over my mouth and another grab the back of my head. “Swallow it!” Shouts Cruz. His hands gripped tightly to my mouth and head. Tears run down my cheeks as I continue to gag. “Swallow it!” He shouts again. I hear the loud shriek from earlier

“Yeaggghhh!”

“Swallow it!” I close my eyes as tight as I can. My face is hurting. My face is wet. My ears are ringing. Then suddenly silence. The shrieks are gone. The shouting is gone. I gasp for air and open my eyes. I’m staring at my computer screen. The familiar orange dial pad and the 10 numbers above it. I look around in a panic. Everyone is sitting in their cubicles. Clicking and clacking away. I struggle to calm my heavy breathing. Did I fall asleep again? Was I day dreaming? I grab at my throat. Nothing. A PA passes down my aisle. She stands in front of me. My eyes on her wedges. I look up and she’s staring at me. Her long curly hair and thick rimmed glasses are familiar.

“You ok?” She asks. I stare at her blankly for a few seconds.

“Yeah.” I finally respond “I…my mouth just got really dry”

Document 2 - An Overview for Medical Professional Colleges and Universities

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