Always
Author's note: Despite of the author's note on my first fanfiction I decided to write another story.
I still suck at tenses I still don't have a medical degree nor am I employed in any part of healthcare
service. Therefore, you will find mistakes. Just blame me, I still did my best and had fun writing it.
Don't own anything. Just miss the show so much that I need it to continue somewhere.
Chapter 1:
When he came to his head hurt and he felt a little nauseous. He opened his eyes, but the bright light that appeared in his vision made him close them again immediately and groan involuntarily.
He felt like the light had stabbed him right into his brain and like his head would explode any minute.
He tried to remember what had happened to lead to this – and by the way: 'What is "this"?'
He concentrated in his breathing and tried to suppress the pain in his head in order to think better.
It didn't work. He had no recollection of what had happened, but despite his headache he could feel a slight burn in his back too and something was pressing against his wrists and ankles. He tried to move into a different position, but that didn't work either – he was tied up – most likely to a chair.
"I know you are awake – finally. Took you long enough. Maybe we used a bit too much of that tranquilizer. But better safe than sorry, huh? What do you think?"
No response.
"As I said: I know you are awake. Open your eyes! Have a look around. You won't let a little headache keep you from wanting to know where you are, who we are and what had happened, would you?"
No response.
"Okay, Michael! Dim the light. Maybe our guest will grace us with his presence then."
It took another two minutes before he finally opened his eyes – slowly. His vision was blurry at first, but it got better until he could finally see clearly. The woman in front of him smiled broadly.
"See, I knew you could do it. Wasn't that hard, was it?"
No response.
"Okay. So, you are the stubborn type. I should have known. But it doesn't matter. You are here and that is important for us. We don't exactly need your co-operation. I just thought you wanted to know why this is going to happen to you. And I would have loved to tell you. But as I said we can work without it as well. Michael? Do you want to start?"
"Rather sooner than later." He took a step towards the man in the chair and tightened the tourniquet around his arm. Now there was a reaction. The man on the chair tried to pull his arm away, but was reminded that he was tied up. He realized he couldn't do anything to prevent what was about to happen and closed his eyes to prepare himself, hoping it was something he could handle. Then the needle pierced the skin in the crook of his arm – the drug was entering his system.
He didn't know what had been in the syringe, but he could fell the liquid entering his body. A few minutes later he felt himself getting warm and his legs and arm becoming heavy. It felt uncomfortable and although he didn't want to show what was going on, he must have shown a reaction, because the woman smiled broadly at him again. "Do you like what you are feeling? I really hope that, because it was the first injection of many, many more."
No response.
"Michael, I think he just doesn't want to talk to us. Should we feel offended?"
"No, I don't think it is personal. He is just doing what he had learned. But I am very confident that he is going to change his behavior soon. Come on let's get something to eat. The next few days – or better weeks- are going to be very busy. Who knows if we are going to have time for a proper meal? And there is nothing to see yet anyway. Let's come back in a few hours for the next move. He will fall asleep soon. Don't want to waste my time watching him then. Let's safe that for later – when the is something to watch. Makes much more fun then."
"You are right. Have a good day you prig! We'll see us in the afternoon. Have fun. Sleep tight."