Chapter 117: Yin Yang

The dark room slowly spun around Mack as he lay in a small, unfamiliar bed. Opposite Mack was the only door into the room, and a plain white wall clock hung above it. The clock itself was a blur, and he could barely tell what time it was.

But he could hear each second TICK as though it was right next to his ear.

Sometimes it felt like it was spinning way too fast, and other times it looked like it wasn’t even moving. But no matter what, the ticking remained the same beat over and over and over.

His entire body shivered and shook, but not because he was cold or afraid. Rather, he just couldn’t help it. His body needed something it didn’t have and it literally went insane on him. His muscles spasmed as his nerves randomly shot out signals.

It was simply trying to tell him that something was very wrong. It just didn’t know how. Or even why.