When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He shook his head and pinched the tube. “This is a temporary measure,” he said as he emptied the contents of the syringe into my drip.

“Isn’t this administered as a jab?” I inquired suspiciously. Isn’t it normal to inject a patient with antihistamine instead of administering it through the drip?

The doctor adjusted the speed. “It’s saline. The previous batch was too concentrated; this is just to water it down slightly. Don’t worry, it won’t affect anything.”

I wasn’t familiar with medical procedures, but even in my ignorance, this explanation felt too far-fetched to me. But my nagging suspicion was unable to identify what was wrong.

Without a concrete reason to raise any objections, I settled down and accepted it without complaint.

The doctor eventually moved to other patients to carry out the same procedure. My suspicions evaporated when I observed his deftness in carrying out his duty. Soon after, I closed my eyes again.

A while later, I could no longer deny feeling that something was wrong. My eyelids felt too heavy to open.

Suspicion and fear clouded my mind. I groped for my hand and pinched it hard. After ascertaining that I was not dreaming, I mustered all my strength to wrench my eyes open.

The sight of the doctor standing menacingly before I had confirmed my fears.

I reached out to push him away, but he suddenly lifted me up and out of the corridor.

As the sedative began to take effect, I reminded myself over and over again to stay awake.

of it was immense. By this time,

myself, but I felt completely limp. I wanted to scream for help, but I was

lift doors opened and he walked in with me. He pressed for a certain

only thing that I felt sure of was that he had selected the lowest of the

into my palms

and we exited. I had thought that he was going to throw me into a car and drive off to a secret location somewhere to be

succeeded in bringing me to full awareness

but not to this extent. This was something else; it was sub-zero temperatures that could

of where I was flashed dully

wasn’t just the underground garage that was at the bottom of the hospital. I forgot about the

for a garage to be at a

was one of pure terror. It was white everywhere I looked. The corpses

went out of my

myself being placed into a

creaks later, I was pushed

me to conclude that I was placed into

only act I was capable of was to reach out and touch the sides of my prison. The

seeped through my entire being. I knew that I would be doomed if nobody were to come to my rescue. And I would have been dead