Thank you for all the nice and encouraging reviews. I will try not to disappoint you and to update as fast as I can. And Missi, I'm sorry you're confused a bit. I couldn't answer you somehow, but I would be happy if you send me a private message in German. Ich bin auch Deutsche und kann dir vielleicht ein bißchen helfen:)
Evan was still trapped in the place where his mind had gone. There were lights... flashes in different colors, but mostly darkness. Not just darkness, more blackness and he could hear voices and screams that he didn't understand, but they frightened him. Every clear thought was washed away with emptiness as soon as it was formed in his head. He could hear himself babbling, but instead of words there were only meaningless noises coming from his mouth.
He heard the door to his room. Someone was coming close to him, but his eyes wouldn't let him look up to the man. The voice that he has heard so often talked to him again. "Time for your injection!"
Evan tried to protest, but instead he felt silliness filling his head and he started giggling. There were hands on his body that turned him around. "You need to do it yourself, you know that, nobody's here to do it for you." The words were heard, but not comprehended. "Come on boy, look at me." Evan opened his eyes, but all was blurry and he wasn't able to see anyone, only a hand grabbing his. Then he felt something, the syringes and the vials. The other hand helped him to pick up one of each and then got his hands together.
The CFO of HankMed tried to get rid of the insanity he felt, but it was just too strong. He couldn't stop giggling, although an alarm was ringing very deep in his subconscious. He removed the cap from the needle and got the fluid out of the vial, always feeling the help from a strangers hands. "Now do it!"
The order was the first thing he could really comprehend, but he tried to protest again. All that came out was a soft: "No."
"You know you need it. Do it!"
It was dark, but Evan knew where his brother would always inject him on his arm. He found the spot, or at least thought so. "ganot" he whispered.
"Of course you can! You're doing it for two months now! Your arm is just not a good idea. Hank will see it and you get in trouble, but I think we can do it this way for once." The voice was cold now.
Evan fought, he didn't want to do it, but his mind was just too out of it, thinking was still impossible and the voice got angry and seemed to come from everywhere again. "Do it! Do it! Do it! It will make you forget and feel better! Hank won't know!" As the words were repeated they filled his brain. He finally gave in and pushed the needle in his arm, drawing some blood. Then feeling too weak to go on. The voice changed in an icy and scaring tone. "Push it!" Evan felt like screaming, but his head was a cloud and he seemed as he didn't know how to do it.
So he just did as the voice said and pushed the liquid into his vein. He could feel it as it was going its way through his body. It made him shiver and he felt even worse than before. He was babbling again and he felt like his body wouldn't belong to him anymore. Deep inside he knew that the voice was still talking to him, telling him what to do with the used syringe, but even though his eyes were open he couldn't see anyone, all was blurry. He felt his hands and legs moving, but he wasn't in control. All he did was ordered by the voice in his head.
It wasn't long after he got back to bed that he started sobbing uncontrollable, only interrupted by insane laughs and screaming for his brother. The voice was gone again and Evan was alone, but truth to be told, his mind was gone too, all that was left was an empty body.