You wake up to the sound of rhythmic beeping. You slowly open your eyes to see yourself on some kind of large hospital bed. A few tubes lead up to your body, connecting to machines several times larger than you. Oh no, you think to yourself. You had assumed that being shrunk had been a bad dream.
“Hello?” you shout to the world, not sure where anyone is. Soon a giant African American nurse comes over. She has blue scrubs with her hair tied up in a large bun on top of her head.
“Where am I,” you ask.
“Oh, look who’s awake,” she states, as she presses her finger against your chest to check your pulse and then forehead (more like entire face) to check your temperature while scanning the machine readouts.
“Where am I, and what’s going on,” you question a little more urgently.
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