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.

tongue and the pain of it was immense. By this time, I found myself being carried over

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

doors opened and he walked in with me. He pressed for a certain floor but I

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

into my palms

thought that he was going to throw me into a car and drive off to a secret location

the cold that I was thrust into had succeeded in

not to this extent. This was something else; it was sub-zero temperatures that could freeze hell

realization of where I was flashed dully

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

no reason for a garage to be at a

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

me from his shoulders and went out of my field of

being placed into a

I was pushed into an enclosed

my wits allowed me to conclude that

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 of exerting force or

being. I knew that I would be doomed if nobody were to come to my rescue.

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