I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling above me for a couple minuets trying to get my grasp on reality. As I raised my right hand up to my face to rub my eyes I realized I had an IV inserted into my very scratched up forearm. I took notice that I had been changed into a hospital gown as well. As I lifted it up I noticed a ton of bruising on my legs along with some bandaging around my ankles. Exploring myself further, there was some stitches underneath a bandage on the side of my waste that stung a lot when I moved even the slightest. I looked around the room with confusion but a sense of safety started to overcome me. I still felt relatively drowsy and weak but I knew I had to find a phone to call my mother as soon as I could, not to mention use the restroom. I leaned forward to sit myself up and scooted to the edge of the bed. I was feeling pretty dizzy and sore as hell but the drive to get a hold of my parents kept me going. As my bare feet touched the ground, I used the edge of the bed to help myself walk over to my IV that was already on wheels so I could take it with me. There were only two doors in my room so I slowly walked over to the first door and grabbed the handle. It was locked.

"You've got to be kidding me!?" I spat.

"HELLO!?" I screamed louder as I pounded on the door.

I felt far to tired to keep my actions going so I turned to try the other door. A restroom, thank god.

After relieving myself and washing my hands, I made an effort to wash my face the best I could. Looking into the mirror the cut on the side of my head had a bandage on it and seeing myself with a black eye was hard to look at. I exited the restroom and I made my way back to the bed. I noticed tucked into the side of the bed, there was a remote with a call bell for the nurse on it. I clicked it promptly as the light on the remote turned green. I didn't want to lay back down, I just wanted to shake off my sleepiness so I just stood there leaning against the bed trying to keep myself propped up so I could stay awake. Just then the door unlocked and a woman walked in. She had blonde curly hair going down to her shoulders and solid black scrubs on. She did not look happy to see me at all.

"You need to stay in your bed and rest, you're going to hurt yourself." She stated, as she glared at me.

I did not appreciate her tone of voice so I was not going to give her my kindness back.

"Look, I was abducted and drugged against my will! I haven't eaten or spoken to my family in days so unless you have a phone you want to give me I will not get back in bed." I shouted.

Ill admit it was a lot louder then I had intentionally wanted to be but I needed to get my point across to her. How dare she order me to lay back down after the ordeal I endured, not to mention the fact that my room was locked from the outside. What was that about?

"Alright have it your way."

She exited the room and I stood there asking myself 'what's that supposed to mean?'

She came back into the room moments later with two big burly guys wearing the same black scrubs and ordered me again.

"Lay down or we will force you to." She commanded.

I sighed deeply and did as she said. Sitting myself promptly at the edge of the bed and scooting myself into a comfortable position.

"First of all, I just want to call my mom and I don't want trouble, I just want an explanation. What hospital is this and who is my doctor?"

"You were in a nasty car accident and your doctors name is Dr. Iris. You arrived here about eight hours ago." She scowled.

"Okay so when can I speak to my mom and tell her what hospital I am at so she knows that
I'm okay, because again, I was abducted!" I growled.

She stared at me with what looked like intense hatred but to my surprise she answered me rather calmly.

"You are at the Continentals hospital wing and that's all I can say. Once you heal up I'm sure you will get more answers but for now just relax, we want to avoid your stitches being torn."

"Id like to talk to my doctor please." I could feel panic over coming me now. Was I being held against my will, again? Why am I not able to use a phone? They could be harvesting my organs for all I know.

"Your doctor will be in tomorrow to explain things further, get some rest I'm going to give you something that will help with the pain. You will be out of here soon enough."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small syringe but my fight or flight took hold of me as I immediately ripped my IV out of my fore arm and rolled off the side of the bed.

"Please no! Anything but that!"

One of the men sprang over and grabbed hold of me from behind, bear hugging me as I fought to get away from him, kicking and jumping to get out of his grasp. I could start to feel the tearing of my stitches as the nurse rushed over to me with the other man. He grabbed my legs and together placed me back a top the bed. I felt the slightest sting on the backside of my upper thigh as they all loosened their grip on me. The same euphoric feeling rushing over me as I went limp. My breathing was slow and heavy again and I heard the nurse and the men speak in mumbles before I succumb to darkness once more.

When I awoke, the IV had been reinserted back into my forearm and I was numb. I couldn't feel my injuries anymore and it was almost as if my limbs were no longer attached to my body, it was not a good feeling. I was worried, yet calm. Whatever they gave me just made me a complete zombie but at least I was conscious. I blinked multiple times as I focused on the figure at the edge of my bed. It was another Man in scrubs holding a clip board and writing things down.

"Hello Brook. I am Dr. Iris. I'm sorry we had to sedate you for a time but we are just trying to get you in better health. I just want to ask you a few questions and then you can ask me whatever you like but first I want to inform of the injuries you sustained."

I closed my eyes, I understood everything he was saying but the lingering effects made me want to drift off again.

"We extracted a rather large piece of glass from your torso that needed fifteen stitches, many minor cuts and bruises alongside your arms and legs and some deeper cuts around your ankles that we couldn't stitch up."

I opened my eyes half way and let out a yawn.

"Who was the person who abducted you?"

"Vee… Randel… Briggs." I whispered.

"Do you know the whereabouts of where you were kept?"

"No."
"Okay, last question. Do you know why you were taken?"

"I don't know any of this is happening to me. Just let me talk to my mom… please." I started to whimper.

"Okay I'm going to lower the dosage on your sedative so you can move more freely. I understand this is stressful for you but please understand that this is a hospital, we are only here to help."

He walked over to my IV and switched out the bags he also injected something else into the port of my IV connected to my arm. Instantly I felt more awake, I still felt like I had about four shots of vodka but at least I wasn't drowsy and immobile now. I slowly sat myself up, being careful not to make any sudden movements. If I was ever going to get out of here needed to play by their rules. I rubbed my eyes and brushed my hair behind my ears.

"That's much better thank you. When will I be able to leave?"

"You will be leaving relatively soon, but first, someone is here to have a talk with you, I'll bring them in now."

The doctor quickly jotted down a few more notes on his clip board and swiftly left the room I prayed to myself that it was going to be a cop or someone from law enforcement to ease my mind. A few minuets passed by and the doctor entered the room again my eyes widened as the man trailing behind him was the man with the raven hair.