My head burned and I felt all achy. I opened my eyes and the bright lights made my head pound. I squeezed my eyes shut letting out a small groan. I felt a hand touch me and I couldn't move, my heart sped up. He's back, he's gonna hurt me for a split second I forgot. I knew he'd find me. I ran and ran but not fast enough. He's gonna hurt me. I screamed tears spilling down my cheeks as I tried to run. Chords holding me back the hand gripped me tight
"Hey hey it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Your safe now, I promise." Their voice was faint and calming but my body's instinct flinched at the tone. My eyes were still closed. I was too afraid to see what was in front of me. " My names Derek, Derek Morgan. I'm with the fbi, do you know what that means?" They asked I didn't move, I couldn't move, I felt frozen. "Well it's a The Federal Bureau of Investigation is the domestic intelligence and security service of the United States and its principal federal law enforcement agency. Basically we fight the bad guys and save people from them. I am on the B.A.U. Which is the Behavior analyst team. We find bad guys on their behavior. Now we want to help catch whoever did this to you but we need your help. Can you help us?" My head hurt more than before and I felt sick. I took a deep breath but I felt a sharp pain in my side and groaned again. What happened to me, I open my eyes and he's standing there. He's tall and his skin's dark. He has a muscular fit and dark beard. I noticed they dimmed the lights when my head didn't throb like before. His face was concerned and helpless I decided to say a word to reassure him but as I opened my mouth I felt my stomach bubble. I leaned over the side of the bed where the trash can was and let go of everything I had inside. Which I can now see wasn't a lot, I turned back to see Derek gone. I saw three other people outside talking to him, one was skinny and had shaggy brown hair. He was almost derek's height, the other was shorter than both she has dark hair. I looked around me and there was a window showing the gloomy weather outside. I turned back around to see big machines with colors and lines and numbers with beeping sounds. I was in a blue dress. I peaked under it to see my body fully exposed. It was full of cuts and bruises, I had a heavy bandage on my right ankle and left arm. There were chairs and I had things stuck into me. I randomly felt a sharp pain in my head and groaned again. I guess it was loud because Derek and the two people with him rushed in.
"Hey what's wrong buddy?" Derek asked
"M-mm" I started but my jaw was painfully sore "m-mm-y my h-hhh-head," I managed to get out laying back in the bed I was in. Gosh I hate this. Derek nodded and more people came into the room wearing white jackets and had name tag stickers. They stuck a needle into me and put a cool rag on my head.
"He has a high temperature and the concussion seems to be getting worse. I think you guys are going to need to let him recover for three days then try again." One of the people in the white coats said. Derek and the people with him nodded and walked away. I felt tired, my eyelids were heavy, I laid back slowly and drifted to sleep.