A/N Here's the third chapter. Enjoy! Favorites/follows/reviews are appreciated!
Beth POV
She woke up with a throbbing headache. Where am I? she wondered, wincing as she sat up.
Before she had any time to take in her surroundings, the door to her—cell? Room? she didn't know—opened, and a woman in a cop's uniform stood before her. "Good. You're awake." The woman proceeded to grab Beth's arm and drag her down the hallway.
Beth was in a hospital, she discovered. The room she had woken up in was a former hospital room. "Hey!" she protested, struggling against the woman. "Let me go!" The woman dug her nails into Beth's arm and kept dragging her along.
"The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt," the woman said in a sharp voice. They had entered another room—some sort of medical room—where two large men in white lab coats were waiting. "Strap her down."
The two men stepped forward and took Beth from the woman. They laid her down on a gurney and managed to get straps over the girls flailing limbs. "What the hell do you want from me?" Beth had begun swearing recently, a habit she had picked up from Daryl.
Daryl. What had happened to him? Had he been taken too? Oh, who was she kidding? This was Daryl she was talking about. Of course he didn't get caught. He'd be too fast, too strong. Unlike Beth.
Mentally she kicked herself. How could she have been so stupid? She let her guard down, for just a minute, and looked what happened. Now she was surrounded by strangers—who didn't seem like the helping type—in some abandoned hospital. She should have been stronger, more prepared. She should have fought her kidnappers off. But she couldn't.
She was too weak. She'd always known that she wasn't a fighter, and right now nothing disgusted her more than that thought. Daryl would've fought back, and won. He wouldn't have let himself get disarmed and taken like some defenceless little girl.
Her mind slid away from Daryl and back to reality as she felt the sharp sting of a needle pierce her skin. She cringed but stayed silent. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Just taking some blood, for now." The woman said, in the same stone cold voice. She looked away as the men took three vials of blood.
She tried to work the needle out of her vein, but it didn't work. Daryl, please come, she silently pleaded. I need you. Beth knew Daryl was her only hope. Where was he now?
She felt several more stabs as she was injected with different colored fluids. One of the lab workers walked her back to the cell after she was unstrapped. Standing up made her dizzy, and she had an even worse headache now.
"We'll do some more testing later. Congratulations, Beth. You're our new test bunny."
She felt another needle at the side of her neck, and everything went black once again as she crumpled to the floor.