Ch. 8

The doctors finally came to get him at dawn. His whole body hurt by that point. His back, especially. His muscles had been pulled so tightly that it hurt to even breathe.

The female helped him up and led him back to his bed. Never had he been so happy to see a blanket.

Quietly, she helped him out of the still-wet nightshirt and wrapped a blanket around him.

Frederik then appeared, holding several more blankets. Ada continued to wrap him up, and now, Sweeney could feel that they were warm. The two doctors must have warmed them up for him.

He sighed, feeling the warmth. It felt so good. He would never admit it, but he was thankful for it.

Once he was securely wrapped up and tucked in, Ada and Frederik left. Ada returned a moment later, holding a steaming cup of tea. He sat up when he saw this.

"Drink this," She said, handing it to him.

Sweeney glared at her, but the tea looked so good, and so warm. It would warm him up inside. He knew it. So, he gave in, and slowly took a sip.

"Good boy," Ada said, watching as Sweeney took another sip, then another. He finished the entire cup within a few moments, and Ada took it back from him.

"Lie down now," She said, pushing him back onto the bed.

Sweeney was beginning to get tired. Extremely tired. Lying down seemed like a very good idea. He felt like he could barely keep his eyes open, and then he realized that they'd drugged the tea they'd given him.

Unable to fight it, Sweeney simply closed his eyes, wrapped the blankets tighter around himself, and fell asleep.