Body:\Heart\Cure

Ah yes, you must be the 1:00 appointment. We're running right on schedule. Please take a seat, and the Doctor will be with you in a moment. In the meantime, we'll need to take care of some paperwork. Please read through the forms completely, then go ahead and sign here... here... and here, on these lines.

----------{3 Minutes Later}---------- 

The Doctor is ready to see you now! It would be rude to keep him waiting. I know I told to read through the forms completely but you really don't need to. That's just formality. All we need is your signature... that's it. Right on the line there. Good! We're all set. There's really nothing to worry about. Follow me, and I'll take you to your room.  

----------{3 Minutes Late}----------

Yes, it's true that this is a risky procedure but it can be done! Have you no faith in your surgeon? I've done this before. More times than you can count. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be done before you know it, and then you'll never have to feel this way again. Isn't that exciting? I don't think you realize it yet, but what we are about to do will change your life. You'll never look at things the same way again. 

Alright, that's enough chit-chat. Let's get started, shall we? Squeeze my fist tightly, and count to three. Remember to keep breathing... okay, here we go! 

PEELING MASK......................100%

PUNCTURING SOUL...................100%

BREAKING HEART....................100%

FLUSHING FEELINGS.................100%

DRYING TEARS......................100%

ERASING MEMORY....................100%

PURGING EMOTION...................100%

PERMANENTLY DELETE PAIN?
[YES][NO]

----------{3 Minutes Later}---------- 

You open your eyes and sit up. Noticeably, you don't feel any different. Then, after a few seconds, you know things are different. You can't feel it, but you can sense it. Nothing is the same. Nothing is as it was. And how peculiar it is for you to wake up in your own bed. This is not where it started, was it? You attempt to collect your thoughts to reflect on the situation. What a pathetic thing to do. The mirror of your mind is glazed over with an impenetrable fog. There's nothing you can do. Then again, why should you care? Things are fine the way they are. Everything is fine. You can't feel it, but you can sense it. As a matter of fact, you can't feel anything at all. You seem to float across the floor. Like a ghost. A ghost of a good thing gone forever. But this is what you wanted. Isn't it? You wanted the cure.