For As Long As I Can Remember

2.3

Few hours later, I felt tired and exhausted. Almost as if I was going to fall unconscious. The blood on my skin had already dried up and I was in some sort of bedroom. The walls were white and the floor was stone cold. There was a bed and a bathroom. The room was quite small. I was on the bed and each time I moved, the bed would squeak.  My legs and arms were still tied. I could feel the pain of the wound on my arm under my polo neck. I looked around the room, trying to how I could escape. The windows are high up the walls with butler guards. I looked up at the ceiling but quickly turned as the light blinded me.
I lay there quietly on the bed leaning my head against the wall.

I heard footsteps approach. Then an unfamiliar guy came it. Blonde hair, he had facial hair and grey eyes. He wore a half buttoned white shirt with a black pair of pants. He closed the door behind him and came and sat next to me. I didn't dare make eye contact, instead, I blankly stared at the wall.

"Hi. You must be Aqua", he said. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees. I didn't respond. 

" Okay. Here's how it's gonna be. If you co-operate with us, we'll let you live. Safely." I looked at him and wiped a tear from my face with my sleeves.

"However", he continued. " If you try to act smart..."
He looked at me directly his eyes targeting mine. "...My men will not hesitate to shoot you. "  
I lightly nodded.     "Good", Keith came in and crossed his arms. No longer in a coat, just a casual grey t-shirt.

" Keith will take you the medical quarter. He'll tend to you there."

The gave each other a cold stare.

"Keith."
"Yea yeah. I got it."

He walked over to me picked me up bridal style and walked out of the room.
Outside the room, the atmosphere seemed brighter. He walked down a few hallways and down some stairs. Then at the end of a corridor, he opened a door that almost looked like the hospital.  He sat me down on a cot bed with my leg swinging off. 

The room was completely white. Shelves and cupboards filled the room. There was a silver table with more medical equipment.  Keith went to a shelve a reached for a box.  Then it suddenly hit me. If they'd always had this room, who'd been operating in it. Was there someone before me. Had he or she died....or perhaps....gotten killed.

He walked over me and opened the red box near me. I got a pair is scissors and cut my legs and arms free from the tape. I removed the the bits of tape and threw them on the floor.

"Keith right?" I softly asked.  He squatted down and looked up at me as he treated a wound on my leg.

"Are you guys gonna let me go anytime soon?"

He chuckled. "I wouldn't count on it."

I hesitated. "You probably don't remember me but..."

"I know exactly who you are. Dr Zaire."

"Ah", I said in agreement. "So you remember."

"How could I forget?" He  stroked his finger on my bruise by my ankle. "Feel better?"

"Yea I guess."

He tries to help me get down by grabbing my right arm, I yelped in pain.
Looking at his expression, he was surprised.

The lady who with the fur coat came in. "Oh Keith. She just got here and already we hear here screaming. Real smooth Keith", she smirked.

Keith chuckled then looked at me. " What happened anyways?"

I held my forearm. "It's nothing. Just a scratch."

"For a doctor, you sure deny medical attention. Mind if I take a look?"

I gave her a look. And it was as if she had read my mind.

"Don't worry about", she looked at Keith. " Nothing they haven't seen." She chuckled as Keith gave her a confused look.
I took off my polo neck and only had a bra on.

"Ohhh. That", said Keith. 
" Alright, I know none of this medical shit. Keith."
    He held out my arm and applied an anti biotic. It stung like hell, I squealed. 
Meanwhile The Purple coat lady kept me talking.

"I'm Blaire", she smiled.

" Aqua."

"Aqua", asked Keith teasingly. " As in...Aquamarine?''

I chuckled. "Yes."

He  laughed as he bandaged my arm.