"Miss please stop. You can't-"
Tugging the needle out off my vein with a sharp tug. Blood gushed out from the force.
The male nurse tried to restrain my arms but I couldn't take being here much longer. So I did what I had to do, I kicked him in his private area. It gave me enough time to rip the needle out and leave this claustrophobic room.
I had taken everyone by shock, by trying to leave this large room which seemed like a hospital.
I couldn't take being in there much longer. Doctors and nurses were breathing down my shoulders. Not to mention the stares I had gotten just because of my two missing pinky fingers.
I get it, I honestly do. They are just trying to take care of us and treat us back go health. But I can't force myself to be comfortable in a place that is filled with needles.
I think I had made it pretty clear to myself that I was now afraid of needles.
The care was pleasant and so was the soup. Except it was hard to adjust to the feeling of using only four fingers to hold stuff. I missed my pinky, I had the idea of how to do things now. It just felt to weird.
I don't want to look ungrateful for what they are doing for me but the more I stayed in that room, the more it reminded me that anything can happen. So how can I relax in a place filled with doctors that can poison me with an injection at any minute.
Once Dr Harjeet had left, more doctors and nurse's started to pester me for answers. I just gave them the same treatment I had given Dr Harjeet. They needed to leave a person when they wanted to be alone.
Running towards the gray swinging doors, I push them open.
No wonder I felt claustrophobic in there, because there was no windows and same out here.
But this time instead of being in a clean white room. I was in a gray, concrete tunnel. It seemed endless with the turns left and right.
Light emits from the hanging bulbs above. This tunnel was not empty. Other shifters walked past as if it was their daily duties.
I could feel eyes on me as I walked straight down the tunnel.
I was still in the thin white gown dress they had put me in. They must be asking themselves why was I walking freely and dressed like this.
Well I unfortunately am not available to answer your question right now as I am trying to escape from here. Please leave a message with my assistant Timothy and I will hopefully get back to you. Bye.
They wouldn't be told to find me about me, would they? I certainly hope not, because i would be dragged back there.
Why in the world are we in a tunnel?
Getting frustrated by walking non-stop. I decided to follow behind the next group of people I could spot.
But to my unfortunate luck, they were heading straight for me which made me stopped in place.
Those men looked scary as hell, their eyes were glued on me for my next move once they've noticed that I have spotted them.
What was my next move?
Do I let them get me?
All they are going to do was take me back to that look alike hospital. Or probably worse. I shiver at that thought.
"Mam please come with us, we have been informed that you are to return to the hospital now."
"Uhh..." I stared at them trying to calculate the possible outcome if I had to run.
Of course I would be caught. But there was still a chance and I was going to take.
Noticing the shift in my eyes, the man stepped forward. But with that one movement from him, I was gone in split seconds.
"Stop her!!!"
It was adrenalin that kept me from collapsing right now. The heat in my bones kept sparking a fire in me to run.
I knew not which turn to take, only to follow my own instincts. The dry, gray tunnel echoed from our hard foot thumps on the ground.
My heart, crazily, it was pounding against my chest, but I was heaving as I ran.
I could feel my wolf steering inside me. It was then that I realized that I was indeed following my wolves instincts and not mine. She had taken over my mind, leading me to a sanctuary that she only could feel.
I tried concentrating on my surroundings from within my mind. I wanted to feel my sense again.
I could only feel the harsh cold cement of the tunnel floor on my bare feet.
I listened closely to the surrounding sound. The guards, breathing heavy as their heart and shoes pounded. Murmuring of some sort and lastly a ding.
Without knowing, my wolf took me in a turn of the direction on that ding.
My legs wanted to give up, but on my own accord it wouldn't.
The men kept shouting at me, but now it was for me to not take this turn.
Signs were pasted on the corner of the wall, with arrows leading to what shocks me to have in this place.
An Elevator?
An Elevator in the tunnels? How is that possible. What's happening.
As if luck was for once on my side, the elevator was on the floor I was on.
Pressing the top arrow button as hard and fast as I can in anticipation, it opened.
Stepping inside I turned to view how far the men were away from me.
My eyelids widened at their closeness. My hand worked on their own accord and pressed the top floor, hoping that since we were in the tunnels it meant we were under ground and that if I reached the top floor I can finally get out of here.
"Noo..."
"Stop her..."
The men ran faster until one came so close when the door was almost closed.
Bile raised in my throat as I watched in anticipation on what was happening in front of me.
His scream rang in my ears as his arm got stuck in between the closing elevator which started to move.
Neither did it open not did he remove his hand. Instead, it was chopped of and his arm fell inside the elevator which was now closed and moving.
I didn't scream, I couldn't. I've lost all feeling of such horror long time ago. Only an invisible wave of sympathy ran through me and left.
My back had hit the back of the elevator, watching the hand. The detached arm was bloody and so were the fingers.
The gruesome of the jutting out bone and veins made me intrigued with watching the blood flowing to the ground already creating a blood pool.
The glass screen above the buttons glowed with each passing floor.
How were there so many floors?!
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
I waited in silence for the elevator to ding and watched for the door to open.
I had already played it in my mind of how I would first jump over the hand and bolt for the closest door I could spot.
Indeed, I did hear the ding but the elevator did not open, instead I felt movement on my back.
My instinct hadn't kicked in which lead me to fall on my back as the elevator opened from the opposite side.
A yelp escaped from my throat as my head hit the ground. Pain shot to my temples and down my spin.
Raising my back in pain, I flipped over onto my stomach. The elevator hadn't closed yet as half my body was still inside.
Pressing a palm to my temples, I squinted my eyes to view my surroundings, only this time my heart really pounded. And just when I thought luck was finally on my side.
I was so dead!