When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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.

was immense.

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

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

of the blurry

my nails deep into my palms to maintain my

long, the lift doors opened once again and we exited. I had thought that he was going to throw me into a car and drive

had succeeded in bringing me to full awareness

chill of the September air was cold but not to this extent. This was something

dully but clearly

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

was no reason for a garage to be

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

from his shoulders and went out of my field of vision. I

later, I felt myself being placed into a container that

I was pushed

me to conclude that I was placed into one of the

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 out

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