His stomach had been hurting for a few days. Actually, it was a bit below his stomach. He had put off going to the doctor's, an online diagnosis telling him it was definitely terminal bowel cancer, and he didn't want it confirming.
Now he sat in the doctor's waiting room, the feeling of multiple knives twisting in his abdomen.
He felt weak and he was experiencing a cold sweat.
He passed out and avoided seeing the creature burst through his skin and attach itself to the throat of the receptionist.
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