A/N Okay so this is a shorter chapter, and I know that it's been awhile but I've been preparing for school to start back up. I have Summer homework and only 3 weeks left to complete it. I'll try to update sooner but I appreciate your patience. I hope you like it.
Hands, ripping, tearing, gripping, moving Neal. His eyes burning from tears, his blonde hair tugged again and again and again. He cried out, Kate kicked him in the stomach. Kate, kate who used to soothe him when he was sick, who used to check up on him, who used to love him. Neal bucked, trying to free himself from the ruffians pinning him down. Because that's where they were then. On the ground, Sam and Kate and the others too tired to carry a bucking Neal. They had him pinned and he struggled. He whirled around and bit one of the associates, causing their hand to bleed. But he didn't even flinch. He landed a kick to Kate and winced, because his heart betrayed him. He knew that kate didn't love him, that she was a part of this. But his mind could not let him hurt her, couldn't imagine her dying (again), and so kicking her hurt him more than it hurt her. He stopped for a moment and a few people toppled over him, not expecting the struggle to end so quickly. Neal swiveled his head around and locked eyes with Sam, the wicked man winked, pulled out a needle and smiled.
"Let's see your precious Agent get you out of this 'Adrian'" Sam cackled, injecting the needle into Neal's arm.
"He'll….." Neal panted, his vision going blurry. That drug worked fast. "He will. he'll ome,'ll come,come,om,mmmmm." Neal mumbled, his eyes closing, pulling him under the inky blackness.
Doctors say that unconscious patients can still hear voices. Neal could verify that claim, because every step of the way he could hear Sam's raspy voice and Kate's sweet one. But something that the doctors didn't know was that Neal was very aware of pain. His head throbbed, his chest ached, and his arm burned. He tried to move but his arms were pinned down (by his mind or restraints he didn't know), he tried to talk but his mouth couldn't move. He tasted oil and dust and realized he was gagged, unable to moan or scream or give away where they were. He tried to figure out where they were but thinking caused his mind to spin, his breathing to quicken, and his chest to burn. So he settled for lying still and listening. To Sam, to Kate, to the blur of noises along the way.
"Sam, what if… what if the drug you know, kill him?" Neal heard Kate ask Sam, a note of worry in her voice. Neal's heart pinched, she still cared about him, just not enough. It wasn't that he wasn't important; he was just her second choice. Silver instead of Gold and that hurt more than being not chosen. But Neal pushed that to the back of his mind, focusing on catching Sam's response.
"Don't you worry honey, the drug is only a paralytic, and they use it in the ER all the time. Besides we've got this tube down his throat, he has oxygen." Sam replied, bitterness seeping into an unnaturally kind tone. Sam was a walking oxymoron, even his speech bleed contradiction.
But it finally made sense to Neal; he wasn't unconscious, just sedated and paralyzed. He wasn't gagged, but intubated (not that having a tube down his throat was better). He just hoped that Sam would give him some Morphine (unlikely).
As they moved Neal, Sam inserted a second dose, along with a stronger sedative. One that had just enough kick to put Neal fully under. So Neal's pain faded away, his mind slowed, the voices became muddy and faded away, and he was finally alone, in a sea of darkness.
A/N *sighs* So short… It breaks my heart that this was all I could write in the time I had. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, I hope you guys have happy days.