The only thing I saw was darkness. My limbs and eyelids felt heavy. My head was dizzy. I had no idea if everything I experienced was a dream or reality. The only thing I was sure about was the urge in me to find out if it was a dream or not.

I slowly opened my eyes. A bright light shone in my eyes. I quickly closed them again and moaned. I wanted to move my body, but everything felt too giddy and heavy to do. I got myself to try to move, but the only thing in my body that moved were my vocal cords. The produced yet another moan.

I finally got the power to move my head to the side. I sighed when I did so. It had cost me a lot of strength and I felt exhausted. My head felt even more dizzy than before. It made me sleepy.

All strength disappeared from my muscles and I was still lying down. The only thing I had accomplished was turning my head. I really wanted to do more, but the sleepy feeling defeated the urge to do more things and I fell asleep.

I awoke again. My head was still turned to the side.

I still felt giddy and sleepy, but not enough to fall asleep again.

I opened my eyes leisurely and saw only blurry things. I blinked, but the blur didn't leave.

A black shadow appeared inf ront of me. It seemed to go and sit on something, but I couldn't see what or who it was.

"I think she is awake." I heard a low voice say. It sounded like it came from far away, but I knew it couldn't. The voice echoed in my head. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it.

The muscles in my body still felt weak and stiff. The urge to move them had faded away just like my consciousness when they had injected me with something in that ambulance.

The back of my body felt that I was lying on something soft, but I didn't have the power to care about what it was.

The front of my body felt also something soft. It felt kind of heavy, but I couldn't care about this as well.

I turned my head to the other side and groaned. I opened my eyes again and saw another shadow. The blur had faded away a bit, but I still couldn't see who the shadow was.

"I think she is," a gently and high pitched voice responded. The voice sounded just as far away as the other voice had done.

"Do you call a doctor?" the low voice asked. The shadow, to whom I was looking, disappeared.

I closed my eyes again and was falling asleep when I felt something cold on my arm.

"Ellea, are you awake?" another voice asked.

I opened my eyes and saw even less blurry than before. I saw a woman standing next to me. She stood bent over me, her curled black hair hanging besides her black face. She wore a white coat and a black sweater underneath it.

She smiled at me and said: "I'm going to give you a medicine, so you will feel less dizzy."

She turned around and grabbed something from a cabinet in the corner. She turned back to me and I saw the syringe in her hand.

My eyes widened. A syringe. A medicine she had said. I didn't believe her. The last time someone injected something into me, it was bad.

"No, please no," I implored in a whispering voice. My throat was dry and the talking felt uncomfortable.

She smiled as if she was sorry for what she was going to do and said: "there's nothing to be afraid of, dear."

She came back to my bed and wanted to inject me in my arm, but I turned my arm. She looked at me in confusion.

"Please, I don't want the injection," I begged. I tried to get out of my bed, but my body was still stiff and didn't really wanted to cooperate.

The doctor pushed my shoulder back on the bed.

"I need to do this, for your own good." she said firmly. "Just let me go!" I shouted hoarsely.

I grabbed the side of the bed and wanted to pull myself away from her grip. A pair of hands grabbed my arm and other shoulder and pushed me back against the bed. It was a man who looked similar to the first shadow I had seen when I had woken up.

He was tall and his short brown hair was nicely cut. He was somewhere in his thirties and wore a blue suit with a tie. He frowned a bit, but it softened when he looked longer at my face. My eyes were filled with tears and the panic was visible all over my face.

"Let go of me!" I screamed desperately, knowing they wouldn't.

I tried to straighten myself, but the hands on my shoulders and arms prevented me from doing that.

"Please calm down!" the doctor said, trying to sound sweetly, but it sounded more like anger because of her firm grips on my body.

The panic hit me even more now I couldn't move. I had no idea what to do, so I started kicking the end of the bed. I started screaming and howling. Tears swirled down my cheeks. "Please let me go!" I shrieked.

"Get some help!" the doctor shouted over her shoulder to the person I had seen as the second shadow.

The second shadow appeared to be a woman. She must have been somewhere in her thirties, just like the man, but she looked a bit older. She wore a black jeans and a black leather jacket. Her ponytail swept around when she turned and ran away for help.

I still screamed and cried, but it didn't make the hands go away.

"No, please no. I will be nice, but no injections please!" I begged them, but no one answered or stopped pushing me to the bed. "Please!" I tried again, but yet again, I got no answer.

The woman returned with three other man who were wearing white nursing suits. The men ran to my bed and grabbed my arms and legs. The man and doctor let go of me.

More panic from my side. There was nothing left to move besides my head and mouth.

I was so confused. Who were all these people? What did that man and woman do next to my bed? Where was I even? In a hospital presumably, but I wasn't sure.

I had to be honest about my confusion, it was the last option I still had.

"Why are you doing this to me!? Why am I here!? I have done nothing wrong! Please explain! I am so confused! Please just let me go!" I entreated. The tears still dripped down my face.

The people looked at me. Nobody said something. Everyone had stiffened.

I stopped struggling and stared at them.

"Am I here because of what has happened with the police? Because of the anaesthetic? Or is it something else."

The doctor seemed confused, but let her hands of my body and straightened her back.

The dizzy feeling came back now I had stopped being so tensed. The whole room seemed to rotate.

"You are in this hospital, cause the doctors in the ambulance anesthetized you. We wanted you to have a reposeful place to wake up, but I didn't think we did it right." she explained.

I nodded, but felt sick. I had the feeling like I had to puke. And there it came. Through my throat, into my mouth. My hands covered my mouth quickly.

One of the male nurses quickly got a spit tray and placed it underneath my mouth. I puked everything in my stomach out. The crowd turned away, let go of my body and closed their eyes while I did so.

When I was done, the male nurse swapped the spit tray for a small towel. I wiped my mouth and said softly: "thank you." to the male nurse.

"You're welcome." he responded politely.

I realised that this was maybe the thing the doctor had told about. The reason why I needed the syringe. I still felt dizzy and nauseous and decided to ask the doctor about the syringe.

"Doctor, is this you were talking about? The reason why I need that syringe?"

"Yes." she simply replied, but it was enough for me.

"Can I still get the medicine?" I asked her, feeling the gastric acid in my throat. I felt so sick. If that medicine was really in that syringe, I needed it. But maybe it wasn't in the syringe. Maybe it was another anaesthetic, but I felt so sick. I needed to take it, my body told me so, but my head still refused. However, my body was in charge for now.

She smiled in return. "Of course you can."

She turned to the three male nurses and said: "thank you for your help. I think I can do it on my own again now." The men nodded and walked out of the room.

"Well," she sighed and got the syringe out of the pocket of her white coat.

She placed the injection my arm and looked at me when she was done.

"It wasn't that bad as you had expected, right?" she asked with a smile. She clearly thought I was afraid of syringes and she was kind of right. I had never feared them before, but that had changed.

"I wasn't afraid of the syringe," I lied.

"You weren't?" she asked surprised and not really believing it.

"No, I wasn't. But I can tell you why I was so scared, but you have to keep listening to my whole story."

She nodded.

"They must leave." I added firmly and nodded to the man and woman who were still standing in the room. I misdoubted them. They looked like cops. And I hated those at the moment.

"Well, they are policemen. They have to stay at your side." the doctor said. I knew they wanted to hear what had happened at Severus's house. They thought I had been abducted. I decided to use that in my advantage.

I rolled my eyes at her statement, cause I hated it when people spied on me.

"I could tell you all, but only on my conditions."

The people looked at each other until the man asked mockingly: "and what are your conditions?"

"You listen at my complete story, you don't interrupt me and you don't put any anaesthetic stuff in my body if you don't believe it." I nearly shouted my last condition, but stayed calm.

"Deal," the woman said and grabbed a chair to sit next to my bed.

Author's Note:

Hey reader!

In the future I will post some more chapters from Snape's perspective. I will tell you when they are available to read and I recommend checking it out if you want to create some more depth, for yourself, into the story.

See you next week.