Ephemeral

Never Smothered

When I woke up, I was surprised to see a face that I thought I would never see again after leaving the hospital – Doctor Sullivan. I thought that once she prescribed me those meds that I would be able to forget her face. When I fully snapped out of my drowsiness from my forceful sleep, I realized that her cold hand was resting on my forehead.

After a few more seconds, and most likely noticing a gaze on her, Doctor Sullivan's eyes widened as she looked down to see me awake. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at seeing her, since I knew that I was still in Rafael's clutches...the environment that surrounded me told me as much.

Sitting up from the king sized bed I was on, I looked around the room to see metal walls on all four sides of me, along with a metal door along the far corner of the room. Very quickly, I was associating everything that was metal to Rafael...which only seemed fitting as he had a cold, metallic heart.

The metal walls suited him – I would be rather surprised if he had decided to paint his walls a warm cream color, instead.

"What are you doing here?" I decided to ask the silent doctor, deciding to break the silence.

Doctor Sullivan let out a small, regretful sigh – "I'm here to help you."

I scoffed under my breath, not believing that for a fact. Out of all the people in the world, I wouldn't expect a psychiatric doctor to help me – they never really had in the past. If I had to place a bet, it would either be Bella or Xavier who would come and bust me out of this prison I had found myself in.

"Cut the bullshit..." I muttered out, now glaring at her.

She raised her hands up in surrender and I could see the way that she rolled her eyes. "Believe it or not, it's up to you," she stated and then dug into her pockets to pull out a clear, plastic bag filled with white unmarked capsules. "You should take these -- it will help with the stress."

"I'm not taking anything from you," I replied honestly.

For all I knew those drugs could be something entirely different from what she was saying.

"Oh, dear God..." Doctor Sullivan breathed out under her breath. "This is why I hate dealing with children." Her hand went up to her face and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do what you want, Arianna," she muttered and began to walk away. A pinging noise came from her ankle, and I looked down to see a black device hugging around her lower leg. "I'm not here out of my own free will...if that's what you're thinking."

I was.

It's why I was so suspicious of her.

"I wasn't," I responded with a glare, lying through my teeth.

"Obviously-!" she snidely retorted as she placed her hand in the air. "If you were thinking then you would have known to stop riling that psychopath up..." She turned on her heels and looked back at me. Doctor Sullivan is the one that's riling me up by saying that I'm not thinking. "You're free to wander around this place. I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if you try to escape..."

I'll get my ass handed to me by Rafael if I try to escape.

I narrowed my eyes at her and let out a challenging smirk – "It's nothing I can't handle."

She looked at me in disbelief and then tossed the plastic bag at me. I watched as the bag of unmarked pills landed on the bed. I made no move to grab them and instead looked back up at her. "You're going to need that sooner or later at this rate," she remarked and then placed her hands in her pockets. "I can't keep patching you up whenever you get hurt," she said uncaringly.