Nurse Truman walked into what was supposed to be the clean and orderly room of patient Christopher Watkins. Instead, he walked into a horror set. Bloodstains were smeared on the floor and bed of the room, and several holes were scattered throughout the room as if someone had taken a large spear and stabbed it in several directions. Christopher though, was nowhere to be seen.

"What the FUCK just happened in here?!" Truman shouted as he walked deeper into the room in search of Christopher. He looked at the ground and noticed that there was a bloodtrail leading behind the bed pod.

"Christopher," he bellowed as he walked behind the bed. "If this is some fucking joke you're going to-"

Christopher was not behind the bed as he had thought. 

"What..."

As he stared down at the empty spot, he noticed a shadow shift on the floor. The shadow seemed to belong to a pair of large, leathery wings, prompting Truman to look up. What he saw made him scream. Christopher. 

"Hi Truman!" Christopher exclaimed with false glee as he dove down on top of the nurse. 

"Chr-Christopher! I uh... I... what happened to you?"

Christopher laughed as he pinned Truman down with his now enhanced strength. His new stinger brought itself up to Truman's heart at his command, threatening to stab through at any given moment. 

"A lot of things have happened to me Truman, a lot of fucking depressing things if you actually took the time to listen and care like a proper nurse instead of being a fucking asshole!"

He ran his stinger along the nurse's body, cutting into his flesh to elicit a scream.

"But all of it doesn't really matter much anymore, especially with this little... metamorphosis I've had. Aren't I a beautiful butterfly?!"

Christopher picked Truman up by the neck.

"Say it you fucking shithead!"

"Ahh! You're... you're a beau-"

Truman was tossed harshly into the wall.

"Shut the fuck up, I actually hate butterflies," Christopher said with a twisted grin. He walked over to the cowering nurse.
"Now... I need my clothes. Mom and dad... they sent some of my favorite clothes over here for when I got out.... where are they?!"

The stinger aimed itself at Truman's bodu once more, easily able to stab him even though Christopher was a few feet away.

"Where?!"

Truman stammered as he got to his feet.

"F-follow me..."