Authors' Note: ok another smaller one...with 2 flash backs this time
goinDowney: thanks that is cool
bobdabuilder0804: yea...bad memories...hostipalization...the whole thing
Jack-rocks: yes its depressing
Chapter 6: Doctors
Jacks' POV
FlashBack
The light was blinding. A man was lowered down to me. He placed his fingers on my neck, searching for a pulse. I was too weak, and too injuried to even open my eyes. I kept telling myself that they would let me out sooner or later, but they hadnt. They hadnt for like a week. I thought I had finally done it, I had finally pissed them off to the point where they were killing me.
The man was satisfied checking my weak pulse and pulled me up into his lap, letting my head and legs dangle downwards. I heard him shout something in Arabic, Then we were being lifted up. The light was even more blinding, even if my eyes were shut, I could feel the heat, and the light of the sun on me.
I felt them toss me onto the dirt ground, it felt alot harder then the muddy ground I was on for ever. They were talking in Arabic, I wish i knew what they were saying. There were 2 of them though, I know that. Then after the conversation ended they picked me up, taking each arm in their hands and started to drag me towards an unknown place. I finally opened my eyes just a inch, but enough to see the building they dragged me into. They drag me into the first room, theres a metal table there, along with some instruments that I do not recognize. Are they going to torture me again? They must be, they are going to until Im dead, I think. I take a deep breathe as the one man drops my one arm, letting me hang limp on the right side, and grabs my legs. Then both of them lift me up onto the table. I gasp slightly as I hit the cold hard surface of the table.
Another man then hovers over me. I think he notices my eyes are open a little.
"Your lucky to be alive 135797531" He uses that bloody number. That is not my name! They are not going to subject me into answering to that! I attempt to glare at him, but it propably only passes off as a glazed over stare. If i wasnt so weak Id kick his ass right then and there.
"I saved you from them letting you die in that hole, You should be thanking me" He saved me from being in that hole! From dieing! Thanks man, thanks alot, I TRUELY appreciate it. I think far to sarcastically, I wish i could say that. My mouth is so sore, I still cant move it. The tape is still all over it.
Thankfully the person I pursume to be a doctor quite talking. I couldnt handle anymore of his voice, it was annoying. And I still just want to slap him around some, if i could move that is. He moved away from my field of vision. Sadly he returned within a few seconds with a syringe. What was in the syringe? He sticks it in me, and pushs the liquid in me. I have no idea what it is, but I start feeling sleepy. I think it was a sedative. The darkness takes over me then.
Kims' POV
I was sitting next to my fathers' bed, rather impatiently waiting for him to wake up. Though I hated the fact that he is going to have to stay here for a while. I was gently holding Jacks' hand, the one with the IV in it. Chase was watching the television in the room, sitting in the chair next to the wall. After a few hours of just sitting there I too had gotten involved in watching the television, to the point that I nearly almost forgot where I was, and who I was with.
Finally after 6 hours I was slightly startled by Jack moving. He jerked his hand out of mine, sitting up quickly. He was urgently and in a paniced shock looking at the IV attached to him. He tried to pull it out of his arm, but I intervined I pushed his arm back from the IV.
"Its alright" I kept repeating myself to him. Chase had ran off to find a doctor, or nurse.
"Where am i!" He asked confusingly, struggling against my hold on him. I hated holding him down, but he was going to strain himself more if he didnt stop moving.
"In the Hostipal, Please Calm down!" I answered him, trying to keep him from moving, though he still attempted to struggle. Chase came in with 2 nurses. The nurses pushed me out of the way then continued with putting restraints on jacks' wrists, and hooking them to the bed posts on the sides. He pushed against them in an attempt to free himself but he stopped. Finally after a few minutes he stopped, realizing he couldnt escape. The nurses sighed and left the room.
"Kim, Please, I dont want to be here..." He started to beg me. I wanted to cry, he was in such a desperate state.
"You have to stay here, You have heart problems...The doctors say you need a new heart" I explained to him.
"The doctors! No dont let them near me, Please!" He continued to beg me, I think I hear fear in his voice. He must be scared of the doctors. Why though? He must think they are going to hurt him more. I glanced over to Chase. He shrugged and stayed silent, in his chair again.
"They arent going to hurt you Dad" I replied to him the best way I knew how.
"How do you know that! Before they forced my heart to stop! They revived me, and brought me back! Then they did it again and again! I dont trust them! Please Take me Home!" He actually started to cry. Silent tears fell down his face in his plead. I hadnt realized I started crying too, they put him through so much. I hate them. Id kill them if they werent already dead. I cant take dad home though. He needs medical attention.
"These doctors wont do that, Trust me" I answered him. Me crying wasnt helping the situation very much, but I couldnt hold it back. If what he said was true, thats just unbarable to think about. I take a deep breathe, rubbing the tears out of my eyes. Jack had stayed silent then. I think he wanted to trust me, but he propably has 5 years of just bad experiences with these propably fake doctors.
"Ok..." He mumbled looking down at the blanket that covered his legs.
"Thank you, now I think you should try and sleep some" I smiled weakly. He actually took my advice this time, good no arguement, I didnt want to argue with him anymore. He closed his eyes, and propably within seconds he was asleep again.
Jacks' POV
Flashback
I awoke again this time to a completely pitch black room again. I sigh heavily, which turns into a coughing fit. I hack up something warm and wet, I think Im coughing up blood. Everything hurts. I can barely move. After what seems like an eternity I finally stop coughing. I cant keep going like this. I wont get out of here alive at this rate.
After some time passes I hear the door open. But i dont see any light, or anything for that matter. Its still pitch dark. That isnt right. I feel a set of strong arms pick my up, and start half dragging me. I ignore the pain for the msot part right now trying to figure out why cant I see anything. I feel my head move, but I cant see anything. I think my eyes are still closed, but I cant open them. Am I blind folded? I dont feel anything over my eyes though. This is strange. I feel the set of strong arms toss me to the ground. My arms hit the ground as the rest of my body collides with it. I start coughing again, coughing up the blood. Why is there so much blood? This isnt right.
"135797531" Someone uses the number they gave me. Propably trying to get my attention, No i will not answer to it. That is not my name!
"135797531!" The person yells. I feel their foot connect with my mid section. I curl up instinctively, not acknowledging them at all.
"Are you deaf now as well as blind, 135797531?" He asks me. Im not deaf, I am just not answering to the number! I Have a name! Use it!
"135797531, I know you can hear me, your just refusing to answer. right?" I feel their hand wrap around my chin and force my face propably towards theirs. I still cannot see a thing.
"You cant see me? Can you, 135797531? Good, the poison seemed to work" He told me. He poisoned me! Thats why I cant see. I feel another needle pentrate my skin, once again. What are they putting in me now? Before anything else I fall unconcious again.