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.

down hard again on my tongue and the pain of it was immense. By this

away. My first instinct was to struggle to free myself, but I felt completely limp. I wanted to scream for

walked in with me. He pressed for a certain floor but I couldn’t see

sure of was that he had selected the lowest of the blurry red dots on the lift panel.

nails deep into my palms to maintain

again and we exited. I had thought that he was going to throw me

was thrust into had succeeded in bringing me

was cold but not to this extent. This was

was flashed dully but clearly in

the underground garage that was at the bottom of the hospital. I forgot about the

was no reason for a garage

wits under the extreme cold. The sight that greeted me upon opening my eyes was one of pure terror. It was

and went out of my field of vision. I

felt myself being placed into a container that

of creaks later, I was pushed into an

remainder of my wits allowed me to conclude

capable of was to reach out and touch the sides of my prison. The possibility of exerting force or crying out

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