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. By this

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

pressed for a certain

only thing that I felt sure of was that he had selected the lowest of the blurry red

dug my nails deep into my palms

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

had succeeded in bringing

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

where I was flashed dully but clearly in my mind.

underground garage that was at the

a garage to be at a

one of pure terror. It was white everywhere I looked. The corpses that were not yet stored were

my field of vision. I heard the sound of ice

felt myself being placed into a container that

of creaks later, I was pushed into an enclosed

to conclude

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

if nobody were to come to my rescue. And I would have