"Natsuki! Natsuki! Don't die!"
I could feel my head rolling around. I think I was screaming, but I couldn't feel. I was being lifted up, I knew that. Than I was put on something, strapped down, and then all I felt was wind on my face. I couldn't feel anything else. Nothing worked. I could hear voices, but not words.
Suddenly everything shook, and I was in darkness, then bright white lights. I tried to open my eyes and all I could see were people leaning over me, but everything was blurry and unfocused. This continued for a few minutes. I think I was in a car.
That's when the pain kicked in. All my senses rushed back to me at once.
I screamed at the top of my lungs and fought against the wrappings holding me down. A burning pain seared through my arm and I screamed.
"Hold her down!"
"She's too strong!"
I snapped my eyes open only to be blinded by a huge flashlight. I tried sitting up, but the men held me down and tightened the straps. One of them pushing on my arm, making me scream until my throat burned.
Then it was dark again.
I tried focusing on the thing happening around me.
Anything to forget about this pain. This unbelievable, swearing, heart tearing pain. The doors had opened and I was being pushed out of the car. Everyone was yelling. More lights, more voices.
"Get her an IV!"
"Put pressure on the wound! She's losing too much blood!"
"What happened!"
"She was shot."
I was shot? Whoa, wait, what? Who shot me? I screamed again as the pain was foremost in my mind again. My head rolled again as my blurry vision returned. I was on a bed and people around me were running, pushing me down a white hall. Door after door passed as they pushed me farther and farther. Then, we stopped.
"Prep the OR!"
"Add morphine!"
Something poked my arm. I guess that's the IV. That's when my arm got cold. I could feel it in my veins as they pushed me into the bright room. The ice was flowing through my veins slowly, working its way up my arm and to the pain. The pain was frozen as the sensation spread through the rest of my body. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Was this morphine? God, it was amazing!
They lifted me up and put me on another bed. I saw the roll the other one away. All I saw was red. Blood. My blood. I was dying, wasn't I?
They put a mask on me next and hooked the wire up onto me. I slow beeping filled the room. The beeping was my heart rate, huh? It was fast. Too fast. That's bad, isn't it?
And more lights surrounded me, as did men and woman in blue and white.
One of then was holding a knife. My vision got blurrier as the knife went down towards my arm.
And that's when I passed out.
Expect the Last Chapter to Everything Has A Price within the next two days.