Chapter 9.3
I blink away the sleep crusting in the corners of my eyes, and give a deep breath before I realised, I must have fallen asleep. I gaze across the room, and I see the doctor striding towards me with a metal tray in his hand.
"Ah, Morning." The doctor smiled, and I follow his hands to an IV bag hanging above my head as he goes to adjust the vile and that winding tube that was attached to my left hand.
And the peacefulness rapidly turned to horror, "I won't tell you anything!" I screamed, ripping at the IV needle, but my fingers wouldn't obey me, and they were grasping blindly at my skin. instead I grabbed the tube and yanked. The IV came halfway out, but before I could try again, I was grabbed by the doctor, and his strong hands forced my arms apart and firmly onto the bed. I struggled in vain against his grip, but I was too small and too weak, and he easily held me down.
"You crazy kid!" he yells, he looks up desperately calls in the direction of the door, "Is anyone there? I need a hand!"
I screamed in frustration, trying to wriggle out of grip while he was distracted. Luke rushes in with confusion, "what's happening?! What's wrong?"
"The little bugger tried to rip out his IV! Hold him!" he ordered, and he stepped forward to take over from the doctor. His grip was stronger, and I could hardly move, but I still struggled.
"Let me go!" I screech, "I won't tell you anything! Even with pentothal!"
"Pentothal?" Luke mutters, as the doctor returns with a needle in hand.
No! I mustn't let him! "Shadow!" I call in desperation; he slowly materialises at my bed side like wispy smoke slowly resending a chimney, but he was too slow, and the doctor hand passes straight through his forming stomach with the needle. I feel a sharp pain in my arm, and my desperation peeks as Shadows shape dissipates before it could even form properly. No… Fogginess encloses around my mind, loosening my grip on my consciousness, and my struggles become slower and weaker until my body becomes completely numb and heavy. This is it…
Damn…