Dr. Longstreet wondered why he felt so sleepy. The prick in his arm was a distant memory and for some reason he could not muster the energy to be upset by the glass bottle on the side table that was filling with red liquid. He hoped it was Bloody Mary but something niggled in the back of his foggy mind and suggested it was something more sinister. Gloved hands removed the bottle, placed it on the mantle next to three others, and hooked an empty one to the end of the rubber tube so the red liquid began to flow anew. With a blink Longstreet noticed there was only one additional empty bottle on the shelf and the niggling in the back of his mind took note of the fact that the good doctor was almost empty.
I mentioned that the photo for this week's prompt kept me in mind of Dr. Phibes. One of his victims in the first film was Dr. Longstreet, who was drained of all his blood. I imagine these 137 words that I offer for SCPP might be an apt description of his experience. My math (of six bottles) is based on the suggestion that the average human body contains just over 5.5 quarts. In the movie however, Longstreet's draining was placed in about eight of these, if memory serves properly. Anyway, click on the photo to visit the site and link up.