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.

on my tongue and the pain of it was immense. By

to struggle to free myself, but I felt completely limp. I wanted to scream for help, but I was too weak to even form any

he walked in with me. He pressed for

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

nails deep into my

thought that he was going to throw

the cold that I was thrust into had succeeded in bringing me to

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

of where I was flashed dully but clearly in my mind.

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

for a

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

shoulders and went out of my

I felt myself being placed into

of creaks later, I was

remainder of my wits allowed me to conclude that I was

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

be doomed if nobody were to come to my rescue. And