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, I found myself being carried over

My first instinct was to struggle to free myself, but I felt completely

walked in with me. He pressed for a certain floor but

lowest of the blurry red dots on the lift panel. It was most likely the underground

dug my nails deep into my palms to maintain

doors opened once again and we exited. I had thought that he was going to throw me into a

into had succeeded in

but not to this extent. This was something else; it

I was flashed dully but clearly in my mind.

was at the bottom of the hospital. I forgot about the

there was no reason for a

opening my eyes was one of pure terror. It was white everywhere I looked. The corpses that were not yet stored were covered in

me from his shoulders and went out of my

myself being placed into

series of creaks later, I

of my wits allowed me to conclude that

was capable of was to reach out and touch the sides of

that I would be doomed if nobody were to come to my rescue. And I would have been dead for