Help Me

Chapter Three

They dragged me in front of a door, which had a key card tab next to it. The female, who definitely has a personality disorder, scans her card and the door opens. They dragged me roughly through the doors, not giving a shit if they were hurting me in the process.

They sat me down on a chair that was in the middle of the room. Observing the room around me, there was a medical bed placed in one half of the room. The other half had cupboards and storage area, everything looked immaculately clean and very well organised.

Sitting on this metal chair, naked, with the aircon on was torture. Goosebumps lined my whole body, the fine hairs on my body standing to attention.

It felt like hours had passed, until someone walked into the room from another door. She was wearing navy scrubs, her hair neatly up in a low bun. By the looks of it she was a Dr, but I could be wrong.

The new lady who had just entered was wearing a surgical mask, one that was tied behind your head, and blue gloves. She moved over to the storage looking area, grabbing some equipment. The lady was very good looking, all of the females I have seen so far are quite good looking.

After she grabbed what she was looking for, she moved a wheelie table over to the medical bed, with the equipment on the tray. Heading over to me, maybe i’ll finally find out someone's name, that would be nice. “My name is Dr. Wilson, I will be doing your full physical today. Please can you go and sit on the bed for me?” Dr. Wilson generally seemed quite nice, unlike the ‘skipper’ and the personality disorder lady.

Standing up slowly, making my way over to the bed. At least I was given the option if I wanted to go and sit on the bed, to be honest I wouldn't want to know what would happen if I refused. Jumping up onto the bed, sitting there quietly, not wanting to cause a scene again. The Dr. Wilson followed me, sitting down herself on one of those medical chairs.

Dr. Wilson picked up an Ipad looking thing from the tray of equipment. “So my first question is what is your name?” The way she asked me that question just relaxed me for some odd reason. It wasn’t like she was demanding an answer from me, unlike the other guy. The way she was speaking to me made me want to answer her questions, she was also very softly spoken.

“My name is Luna.” Whispering out my answer, not trusting my own voice at that current time. Dr. Wilson just smiled at me through her mask, you can tell she smiled because of the way her face moved, writing down my answer on her Ipad thing. Suddenly the door opened from where I had been dragged from. A lady entered, she was only wearing a mask, not gloves as well. Finding that odd as everyone I had encountered / seen so far either had a mask and gloves on, or full biohazard suit.

“How's the runner behaving?” The lady asked, realising she was the lady from before, I had figured out that she was the skipper person everyone kept going on about. Figuring it out because of all the formalities people addressed her with.

Dr. Wilson looked up from her Ipad, “she is behaving exceptionally well ma’am, she has done everything I have asked of her so far.” The skipper just nodded her head, moving to the corner where one of my captors were standing, starting to have a conversation that I couldn’t over hear sadly.

Dr. Wilson told me to lie down on the bed, she started to feel my jaw and neck. Working her way down. She touched my chest, this caused me to flinch slightly, she noted something down on her notepad.

Finally she had felt everywhere, she spent a lot of time on my stomach / ribs, feeling every single rib. Feeling like it was a bit excessive feeling every single rib, I know they looked all bruised and fucked up but that was only because I did kick boxing. Kick boxing was a way to release my anger in a positive way, well that's what I got told anyway… currently she was writing stuff into her Ipad thing.

Starting to feel really awkward that I was just lying here, fully exposed. This wasn’t what I was expecting to happen when the skipper lady said a more ‘thorough’ search.

It had been around half an hour, and she had run so many tests, checked everywhere but my private area, asked me a whole bunch of questions, and it seemed like she still wasn’t done. “Can you please stand up, and step on the scales in the corner please.” she asked nicely so I obliged. Not really wanting to know my weight, I have always had issues around it, never wanting to fully admit it though.

Slightly hesitating, one of the ladies who were standing guard moved slightly closer to me, Dr. Wilson held her hand up to them, signalling there was no need to get involved. Dr. Wilson was really starting to grow on me, she had been nothing but nice throughout this whole experience.

Stepping up onto the scale, looking away from the numbers that were displaying on the little screen. After she weighed me she took my height, she didn’t say anything luckily about my weight. I don’t think I could handle knowing what I was, it would make me spiral again, even though I think I was already spiralling… hence the situation I am currently in…

“Can you go and lie back on the bed for me, there is one last thing and then we are done.” nodding my head slowly making my way back to the bed, my mind was slowly creeping back down that hole… again… laying back down on the bed, starting to lose all sense of reality. It was like I was on the bed physically, but mentally it felt like floating in a void of emptiness.

Someone or something moved my legs, starting to come back round to some sort of reality. Realising someone had put my legs into gyno stirrups, starting to freak out,  this was something I definitely didn’t sign up to. Jumping up from the bed, scrambling into a corner. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of this was supposed to happen.

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