When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Alarm bells rang in my mind and I tried to open my eyes, but my struggle was futile.

I felt a sharp, prickling sensation in my arm, but I could not bounce up from the bed at all.

Once I regained my consciousness after some time, I looked at my arm and noticed an obvious track mark.

Before I could figure out what happened, two female cops opened the door and walked toward me. “Please come with us, Ms. Stovall.”

A line formed between my brows. I looked at them and asked, “What time is it now?”

“It’s five ‘o clock in the evening,” one of the cops said. “Come on. Let’s go.”

They were supposed to release me in another six hours.

As usual, they brought me to the same interrogation room, but I was not alone this time.

A doctor dressed in his white coat was in the room as well.

down, and the cop asked, “Based on the test results, we believe you’ve abused illegal substances. So now,

but did not respond to what she just told me.

for a moment. “We’ve yet to receive any updates about your

would cause more trouble for myself had I refused to cooperate

and followed the doctor, who seemed to be

and urine tests and

shot daggers at the doctor and outright rejected him. “Why do you have to inspect my private part if you want to find out if

The syringe we found in your bag contains HIV, so we need to find out and

Do they expect me to comply with their ridiculous demand? This

not going to proceed with the inspection. There’s something fishy going on here and

sample you’ve collected earlier, so there’s no need for you to inspect my private part,” I continued. “I

face turned grim.

a cold snort and stopped playing nice. “What you’re doing is clearly

or six hours had passed, and I could definitely

have found me a lawyer or two by now even though he might not

but I was still here