Madness string 935

Random mermaid
Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!

To me the real horror isn't seeing the bed. It's knowing that this human being chose to get back into that bed night after night, and knowing that the only reason he didn't choose to get back into that bed that night was because he came into the hospital for some other symptom.