It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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Hospitals are supposed to be a place of healing. Recovering. Safety.
For me, it became a prison. Because of the constant sedating or strong pain medication that tires me, my basic functions have been stripped away. It had been humiliating when I needed to use the bathroom, or when I needed to eat, or getting changed into new clothes.
Now that it's time for me to be discharged, they stopped administering the strong medications. They didn't need to. I lost the strength myself. I do nothing but keep my eyes shut and remain still in order to bathe in the memories that I allow to haunt me, and the knowledge that Reggie Cohen told me without proof.
I had come to the realisation that there wouldn't be an express option to finding the answers I need. Sheriff Walker would be able to discover them before me. This is what put a stop to my escape attempts. That, and the different sedative that has made my body weak.
My blood and pains like it. They're become welcoming the feeling of the drugs, but not so much the idea of it.
"I've written all the instructions down." A new male nurse says- one that took over the cranky Meg. He hands Natalie a small sealed bag that I know contains the prescribed sedatives that my doctor had allowed her to have. A perk of being the Sheriff. The medical team immediately trusts her. "Take care."
I don't bother bidding him a thank you or goodbye. Instead, I remain seated. My attention is turned to the bottle of hand sanitiser sitting beside me on the desk. This is one of the times I haven't been able to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.
Though the numbness is still spread throughout me- courtesy of the lingering effect of the weaker sedative that only makes me docile. "Ready to go, Nancy?" The Sheriff asks and turns to me, as if I had a choice.
I eye the wheelchair that I had been lifted down to by Scott. I wanted to walk, but I can't. I have been in bed for more than a day, so my legs are weak from that and the medication. More basic functions stripped from me.
I don't answer or even hum. I slump further into the chair and stare at my lap. I am wearing clothes that Carla bought in- ones that belong to her. It's odd.
"Well," Natalie Walker sighs, "let's hit the road." She turns and begins walking down the hall. Leaving her son to push me.
She's spent so much time away from her work to be here, and it's angering me because I know it's hours she could've spent finding my sister.
Like threatened, the cranky nurse Meg had told her about my escape attempt early hours of the morning. It means there is less trust between Sheriff Walker and I. She spoke to my doctor again, and he prescribed two types of sedatives for me. Ones to completely knock me out, and another to make me simply tired.
