Trapped

Chapter Three

Adrian P.O.V

Around five, I got a call from an unknown number."Ugh",I groaned as I reached for the phone."Adrian Thompson",I greeted."Hey Doc",a female voice called."We need your help, VVIP needs surgery asap",the voice continued."Deep cut too",the voice added before hanging up. "Great",I mumbled and rolled out of the bed.I had a quick shower and I dressed up quickly and headed to Nina's room to kiss her forehead and drop some cash too.I drove to the hospital with full speed.I went into the hospital quickly.Jasmine,the nurse that called rushed up to me." I'm glad you're here, Adrian",she whispered."What went wrong", I asked her putting on surgical gloves."Who is she",I added glancing at Jasmine."She's a VVIP and no one knows her name.she tore her veins with a broken piece of flower vase and the cut is deep too;sounds like she's suffering from some mental condition",Jasmine explained."She stays in the room meant for VVIP, Room 16",Jasmine added.I used my mask and walked inside the theatre room.The lady was unconscious as I walked in. The cut on her right hand was deep and her face was stained with blood.She looked young and pale;she didn't look like someone suffering from a mental condition."What really happened", I wondered "Why did she injure herself this much". Something didn't sound right.I performed surgery on her and stitched up her wounds.Luckily, her vital organs were not punctured.I started to leave but she held out a small broken piece of flower vase and tried to open up her newly stitched veins again.I took it from her quickly before she injures herself again.She looked at me weakly and tried to collect the broken glass again."Please,I need to end this pain",she whispered before she closed her eyes.I looked at her hands;something was fishy.She was left-handed and her right hand was swollen from too many needles stuck in her hand."Why was she asleep now",I thought.What pain was she talking about?
" Room 16, right?", I'm gonna find out what's really going on.
I was washing my hands with an antiseptic soap when Dr.Kingston entered.He was in charge of VVIP in the 13th floor."You attended to the VVIP in Room 16?",he asked gruffly."Yea, I did sir", I replied wiping my hands with the towel and facing him.
"That's a relief, you're competent for the task",he said and patted my back.
" Who's she?", I asked Dr.Kingston who was about to leave.
"Just a rich, spoilt brat",he scoffed and left.
Nobody is saying anything. I knew just the person to ask.
It was already eight in the morning when I walked up to Lola,the receptionist and smiled at her.
" Good morning,Lola",I greeted smiling widely."Good morning, Adrian",She replied returning my smile.
"I need to ask you something",  I said whispering.
" What?",She asked whispering back.
"Who's up in Room 16",I asked.
" Ohhh, that",she said widening her eyes."Follow me",she said practically dragging me along.
"Sit here",She ordered and pointed to a wooden chair. I sat down and waited for a reply.
" She's a VVIP and she's the heiress to Temple's corporation.She has been locked up in that room for about four years.I wouldn't have known a lot of things about her if Dr.Kingston hasn't spilled everything to me when he was drunk.Dr.Kingston knows a lot of things about her;ohhh I remember.Her name is Tori;she is always asleep cause of the drips passed to her body.These few days, she's grown resistant to the drugs and they might change it to something more powerful",Lola explained.
"She musn't get hurt or die else everyone who knows about that would be killed.