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.

on my tongue and the pain of it was immense. By this time, I found myself being carried

I felt completely limp. I wanted to

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

of was that he had selected the lowest of the blurry red dots on the

nails deep into my palms

thought that he was going to throw me into a car

into had succeeded in bringing me to full

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

flashed dully but clearly in

the bottom of the hospital. I forgot about

no reason for a garage to be at a

was one of pure terror. It

of my field of vision.

felt myself being placed into a container

I was pushed into an

remainder of my wits allowed me to conclude that I was

kicked in. As I fought to get myself out of my predicament, the only act I was capable of was to reach out and touch the sides of my prison. The possibility of exerting force or crying

I would be doomed if nobody were to come