The blonde was back. This time her blurred image showed she had changed
clothes. The man in white that had needled him earlier was gone, and that
relieved him. How long had it been since he had been stuck? It only felt
like 10 minutes.
Harry was dead tired but didn't let the sleep take him just yet. He needed some answers.
"R..Ronnie," he said and found out his mouth was drier than cotton balls. The cold hand grasped his forearm again, and squeezed.
Harry let his eyes wander and he felt somewhat dizzy. What had they stuck him with, he wondered.
"Where am I?" he looked back to her on his right and struggled to focus his eyes on her face. After about a minute of trying, his eyes focused and the fog lifted.
"Harry.." she seemed hesitant. "This is for the best," she finished off with, a serious look to her face. Harry was puzzeled again. He tried to move his arms hoping the restraints had been taken off or that it was all a dream. It wasn't, and his wrists were still glued down at his sides.
"What's for the best? What happened?" he moved his arms again and they caught on the buckles once more. Ronnie noticed his struggle and her eyes looked down and then back up as if she were sad.
"You just have to trust me-" she began the nonsense that danced around his questions again.
"What is this, where are we?!" he pleaded now, darker than before, growing impatient.
"You're at a hospital," she answered his question directly. Harry settled back. A hospital. Why didn't she say 'the' hospital? Only someone who wasn't at a normal hospital, would be at 'a' hospital. Which hospital was he at?
He looked around trying to maybe gain a clue to where he was. Nothing. Just looked like a regular white room. He went to ask her more questions when a short woman entered the room in a nurse's outfit, hands linked in front of her.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but visiting hours are over. The little soldier needs his rest," the nurse grinned at Harry. Since when was he a 'little soldier'? Where was he, the twilight zone?
Ronnie accepted the kick in the ass to get out and stood up from her chair, hand still on his arm, which had warmed up a bit.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said softly then bent over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Tomorrow? How long was he supposed to be there for?
She then regretfully left the room with the short nurse and he was once again all alone.
-
Wide awake now, Harry strained his neck and lifted up his head to look out the door that had been accidently left open. Everything was white - and he had a sudden though, which was more of a fear.
Was he in heaven? Heaven was supposed to be white, right? Was he dead? Maybe those 'magic' pills had given him too much magic.
A scream alerted him. Echoing down the hallways directly into his room, it would have been a miracle for no one to have heard it.
"-hold her down-"
"-for the love of-"
"-where's Dr. Shu-"
"-shut her up alre-"
Voices interuppted voices and another yell came and soon the female who sounded as if she was being attacked by ravenous wolves was quieted. How, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Harry lifted his head and listened. Muffled voices he couldn't make out still remained, when the birthmark doctor strolled into his room in his fancy white jacket.
"Feeling better I see, hm?" His brow narrowed as if that was a terrible thing. Harry eyed the doctor accusingly. He really was in the twilight zone.
"Who was that," he answered back, ignoring Birthmark's question.
The doctor paused and then answered darkly,"she was - violent."
Harry eyed the doctor more closely now, looking at what was in his hand. A needle, gripped between his fingers. He fiddled with it hungrily, staring at Harry.
"You weren't violent either.. were you Harry?"
What a sick, sick man. He didn't respond.
The doctor played with his needle.
"You know your little girlfriend? The blonde? Well she was 'violent' too. She's in the next room. Nice tits on her. I snuck a little peek, or rather my hands did," the doctor chuckled at his own sick joke. Harry became outraged and he jerked at the restraints.
"You fucking BASTARD-"
"Oh my. You're getting violent again. Golly, I think I fear for my life," the doctor said simply, shrugged and raised the needle.
"Get away from me you sick sonofabitch-" Harry spat back. The doctor took no notice, and was not threatened as he raised Harry's gown sleeve, smiling sickly as he stabbed the needle into his bicep again.
And once more, the fog came and Harry could not do anything.
[Note: I just want to say thanks to all of you who read and like my story. Thanks for all the reviews =) ]
Harry was dead tired but didn't let the sleep take him just yet. He needed some answers.
"R..Ronnie," he said and found out his mouth was drier than cotton balls. The cold hand grasped his forearm again, and squeezed.
Harry let his eyes wander and he felt somewhat dizzy. What had they stuck him with, he wondered.
"Where am I?" he looked back to her on his right and struggled to focus his eyes on her face. After about a minute of trying, his eyes focused and the fog lifted.
"Harry.." she seemed hesitant. "This is for the best," she finished off with, a serious look to her face. Harry was puzzeled again. He tried to move his arms hoping the restraints had been taken off or that it was all a dream. It wasn't, and his wrists were still glued down at his sides.
"What's for the best? What happened?" he moved his arms again and they caught on the buckles once more. Ronnie noticed his struggle and her eyes looked down and then back up as if she were sad.
"You just have to trust me-" she began the nonsense that danced around his questions again.
"What is this, where are we?!" he pleaded now, darker than before, growing impatient.
"You're at a hospital," she answered his question directly. Harry settled back. A hospital. Why didn't she say 'the' hospital? Only someone who wasn't at a normal hospital, would be at 'a' hospital. Which hospital was he at?
He looked around trying to maybe gain a clue to where he was. Nothing. Just looked like a regular white room. He went to ask her more questions when a short woman entered the room in a nurse's outfit, hands linked in front of her.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but visiting hours are over. The little soldier needs his rest," the nurse grinned at Harry. Since when was he a 'little soldier'? Where was he, the twilight zone?
Ronnie accepted the kick in the ass to get out and stood up from her chair, hand still on his arm, which had warmed up a bit.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said softly then bent over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Tomorrow? How long was he supposed to be there for?
She then regretfully left the room with the short nurse and he was once again all alone.
-
Wide awake now, Harry strained his neck and lifted up his head to look out the door that had been accidently left open. Everything was white - and he had a sudden though, which was more of a fear.
Was he in heaven? Heaven was supposed to be white, right? Was he dead? Maybe those 'magic' pills had given him too much magic.
A scream alerted him. Echoing down the hallways directly into his room, it would have been a miracle for no one to have heard it.
"-hold her down-"
"-for the love of-"
"-where's Dr. Shu-"
"-shut her up alre-"
Voices interuppted voices and another yell came and soon the female who sounded as if she was being attacked by ravenous wolves was quieted. How, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Harry lifted his head and listened. Muffled voices he couldn't make out still remained, when the birthmark doctor strolled into his room in his fancy white jacket.
"Feeling better I see, hm?" His brow narrowed as if that was a terrible thing. Harry eyed the doctor accusingly. He really was in the twilight zone.
"Who was that," he answered back, ignoring Birthmark's question.
The doctor paused and then answered darkly,"she was - violent."
Harry eyed the doctor more closely now, looking at what was in his hand. A needle, gripped between his fingers. He fiddled with it hungrily, staring at Harry.
"You weren't violent either.. were you Harry?"
What a sick, sick man. He didn't respond.
The doctor played with his needle.
"You know your little girlfriend? The blonde? Well she was 'violent' too. She's in the next room. Nice tits on her. I snuck a little peek, or rather my hands did," the doctor chuckled at his own sick joke. Harry became outraged and he jerked at the restraints.
"You fucking BASTARD-"
"Oh my. You're getting violent again. Golly, I think I fear for my life," the doctor said simply, shrugged and raised the needle.
"Get away from me you sick sonofabitch-" Harry spat back. The doctor took no notice, and was not threatened as he raised Harry's gown sleeve, smiling sickly as he stabbed the needle into his bicep again.
And once more, the fog came and Harry could not do anything.
[Note: I just want to say thanks to all of you who read and like my story. Thanks for all the reviews =) ]