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.

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

was to struggle to free myself, but I

in with me. He pressed for a certain floor but

he had selected the lowest of the blurry red dots on the lift panel. It

nails deep into my

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

had succeeded in bringing me to full awareness of

to this extent. This was

dully but clearly

just the underground garage that was at the bottom

no reason for a garage to be

sight that greeted me upon opening my eyes was one of pure terror. It was white everywhere I looked. The corpses that

my field of vision. I heard the sound of ice

placed into a container that was even

I was pushed into an enclosed

of my wits allowed me to conclude that I was placed

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

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 for a long time before