Chapter Two:
I awoke suddenly with my gut nearly caving in. The pain is so strong it knocks me back a bit. I'm try turning my head to no avail, the faint feeling of a pillow comforting my head that won't move. Finally I realize the brace around my neck, keeping my head prone and straight. There is a itching sensation across my face that feeling of damp paper towels. Out of my corner of my eye I see the traces of medical wrap around my face. My arms are numb and unresponsive like chunks of gelatin. The same for my feet, I can't seem to wiggle my toes. Panic slowly takes hold as my blood pressure and heart rate spike haphazardly. I'm mortified with the complete surrounding constriction.
Machines I could only assume that are attached to me begins to wail and beep erratically. The once comfortable bed became a death trap that worsen my panic. Eventually I feel my self going under as I hyperventilate to the point of suffocation. Everywhere that's not numb begins to ache. Screaming isn't an option. My voice is hoarse and dry and I'm pretty sure there a tube down my throat for shuck knows what.
"Doctor it seems that he's coming out of the anesthetics."
"You waited this long to alert me!"
"My apologies Doctor."
Thinking to myself I have grown afraid of Doctors after what WICKED put us through. Move! Scream! Don't just lay there… Attempting to will myself to do as I say isn't working. Whatever happens don't trust them. Just as I try to will myself to move or moan, damn near anything, ahand reaches out and draws back the medical curtains. My eyes began to somewhat look everywhere. From my quick glance, I find myself in a medium size room with other empty beds with a few seats adjourned by computer desks. Large quantities of medical equipment filled in the empty space. The room was light grey, has a huge observation mirror connected to another room. The room was painstakingly bright with earthy colored LED lights adjoining each bed, even mine I suppose.
The doctor who apporch me is tall with black short hair in two buns. Dark skin akin to Fry's. Her white coat was without logo, so either they are playing it safe or this isn't one of WICKED plans. She doesn't say much or do much but reads the monitor that was aside my bed.
"Mhmm," I managed to croak as I try to turn away from her, my back hurts the more I stiffen it up to lunge away from her abstant gaze.
"Shhhh shhh," the doctor calls out to me like some infant. Her heels tap hard as she holds up a notepad and wrote while speaking. From her upper pen pocket of her coat. she pulls out a small portable device that shines a blinding light dead straight into both eyes. It forces me to whine in pain, but she hushes me by placing her stethoscope on my chest.
"Guhhh…"
"Shhhh," the doctor says a bit sterner as she reaches for something on the adjacent table. Lifting it up the item glimmers in her hand. A syringe. Suddenly my heart shakes as sweat rolls of my head in heavy beads, drip by drip. I am swallow by the impending feeling of dread. Squrim as I try there is no avoiding whatever she has in store for me. Submit or defy, it's now or never. The syringe is at arms length. She is fast, faster then I calculated. I've submitted, whatever she planned went accordingly. I couldn't risk my body in the state it was.
The doctor plunge the syringe into my left arm, where veins and IV, met. The blue liquid swirled out of the syringe like a whirlpool into my veins. Seconds then minutes past, my heart beat settled as I felt the pangs of fatigue and welcoming sleep. Steady yet surely I eased up into a state of inertia. Utter bliss, a release from this tantalizing waking pain. Before the darkness steals my light, a single word enters my mind. Thomas! Before I could contemplate a hue of grey and white drown out the very light in my eyes.
A/N: Another short chapter to pace the story. Longer more plot driven chapters are coming.