It was the tuna cans that were the problem.

I don't remember the exact date, but it was definitely a long time ago.
In the lab.

They seemed to be studying how much of the drug to use to ensure scars healed without leaving any marks.
Why they were experimenting on my body, I couldn't understand.

“Is there anything you want to eat?”

A researcher asked.

“I thought you might be hungry.”

Were they talking to me?

“Me?”

“No, I’m not asking you.”

The researcher, who was staring at the computer screen, turned to look in my direction.