Disclaimer: This is leading to SCARY for those who are faint of heart. I don't like torture and tons of pain (I haven't even seen the SAW movies). But I'm giving myself therapy through this story! I own nothing, except the general idea, and the staff of this "hospital"…which isn't something I'm MOST proud of.

"He seems to have sustained very little injury compared to the female."

"Well there's an obvious difference in size."

"Yes, but no matter what one's height or weight might be, having a roof collapse on them and dropping four stories is not something one could get out of this unscathed."

Goren groaned inwardly as the two voices bickered over him. Assholes…I'm trying to sleep…wait a minute…why does everything feel so heavy? I can't move my arms…my eyes won't…open…Alex! Where's Alex?!? They said they'd bring her here! Where is she?

"He's getting REP Dr. McCune. He must be dreaming." A young voice observed taking Bobby's pulse.

"Or he's awake." Came a wiser voice. "The sedative the gave him was mild. Detective Goren? Can you hear me?"

After a moment, Goren let out a small grunt. I'll do anything. Just let me see Alex. "Okay Detective, Just relax. When you wake up we'll fill you in on what's going on." Bobby felt a reassuring pat on his arm, before he heard everyone file out of the room.

Why don't I hear any machines beeping? Shouldn't they be monitoring my heart rate? My blood pressure? What's going on?

IIIII

A small nurse came bustling into Alex's room about an hour after they left her the first time. "How do you feel?" She asked shortly.

Alex glared at her for a moment, "My l-leg…and my sides hurt pretty bad…and my wr-wrist too…" She could feel tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. "Can I have some painkillers…Please?" She whimpered leaning back again.

"We don't have any." The nurse replied going over and fluffing Alex's pillow. The small detective stared up at her in shock.

"You…You…What?" She sputtered rubbing her side, "How could you not have any…? What the hell kind of a hospital is this?" She shouted trying to sit up, only to end up falling on her back.

The nurse gave her a small smile, before turning on heel and walking out of the room. Alex stared after he in shock and then turned towards the two-way mirror. "I…am a NYPD police officer!" She tried to shout, but it only came out raspy. "I demand…Treatment…and to-to see my partner! NOW!" She thought that she was going to receive no response, when suddenly the door swung open. A tall man, about the size of Bobby stormed in. He had a gray crew cut and a goatee, and he was wearing a lab coat.

"Alright detective." He said with, obviously, fake politeness, "Let's see to those injuries you keep moping about." He walked over and pulled the tiny woman into the sitting position but her wrists.

"Ow!" Eames cried out as he grasped her broken wrist. "Watch it!" She tried to pull away, but he grabbed tighter.

"Stay still!" He looked at her wrist before roughly dropping it. Then he moved down and pushed down on her sides. "Broken. Broken." He grumbled, before examining her leg. "Broken…you'll need surgery." He walked out into the hall and came back a moment later with a wheelchair. After picking Alex up and setting her in the chair, he pushed her out into the hall.

Eames looked around in terror as he wheeled her through the dark halls of the 'hospital'. She looked down at her swollen leg and arm and gulped. Do I even want these people to operate on me? She asked herself. If they don't have painkillers…then what could there supply of anesthetics be like?

"Wh-where's Bobby?" She demanded softly. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine detective, now silence."

Knowing it was better to stay on their good side, Alex bit her tongue as they approached a large steal door with a keypad to the side of it. The man stepped around her and punched in a code and moved back behind her as the doors open.

A shot of cold air was all Eames felt for a moment. She had to close her eyes against the mist that flowed out of the door. When she opened them, she was shocked to see a room that appeared to have been converted from a meat locker, into an operating room. She swallowed hard and looked up at the "doctor".

"I want to be transferred to Mt. Sinai…Now!" She gritted through her teeth. "And m-my partner too! I don't kn-know who the he-hell you people think you are but…" She was cut off by a sharp pain in her side. Screaming in agony, the detective buckled over and tried her hardest to evade crying.

The doctor smirked as he removed the large syringe from between her ribs. "Shut the hell up." He muttered rolling her into the freezer and slamming the door shut.

A/N: Okay…don't worry…I'll be posting another chapter as SOON as I can! Life is a giant ball of stress right now. I had an emergency operation done the other day so I have a few days off…bittersweet. REVIEW…Praises…Criticisms (which are very welcoming as long as they're not harsh. I like to know what I should work on.)