𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

083 - Have we met before?

CHAPTER 83
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My eyes open slowly, and I try to adjust my eyes to the brightness of the room.

I realize I'm in my room. There is nothing good about it. Every wall is white, as the ceiling and floor are too.

Only the sheets of the bed are in a shade of dark blue. The only color I can see.

My body feels numb. Whatever they gave me really burned my body. At least it felt like burning.

My thoughts go to Janson who instructed the woman to not sedate me right away. He wanted to torture me. To let me feel pain.

I want to get up from the bed and punch the wall. Punch after punch after punch until the wall breaks.

Or rather my hand.

Something is wrong with my hormones. I feel like raging but my limbs are too weak to move.

But maybe it's because of whatever they've done to me the last two weeks.

I hate Janson. His only solution is torture.

But the day that I'll be the one doing him the same he did to me, will come soon.

I want to stab him so badly.

I want to pull his organs out one by one.

I want him to have a slow and painful death.

The steel door opens with a click and I immediately jump up. At least I try to. My head starts throbbing again.

"Sit back down, you will faint if you stop lying down". The female doctor from earlier is waking in the room with a first aid hit. Of course, she must have the essentials. Since I'm not tied, there is a high chance I can hurt her they believe.

But I don't find any reason to hurt her-at least for now. Maybe she works for WICKED but yesterday she was the one who sedated me to calm down.

Eventually, I lie back down.

"Yesterday I gave you morphine first". She says quietly. "With a mix of sedative medicine. Morphine helped you relax then I actually sedated you".

Morphine. Of course.

Morphine is a medicine to relieve pain. She gave me morphine to help me. To relieve the burning pain.

"An overdose?" I ask slowly.

She purses her lips into a thin line. "Yeah, sorry but if I didn't give you immediately an overdose I wouldn't be able to relieve your pain fast". She puts on blue latex gloves. "I couldn't sedate you right away-I wanted you to feel better".

If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have heard her conversation with Janson. At least a part of it.

"Thank you". I say so quietly that I believe my voice came out like a whisper.

"It was nothing". She says concentrating on the kit in front of her and trying to avoid my gaze. She wasn't supposed to do that yesterday but she felt bad. She wanted to help.

The voice once said I was a monster.

But if that doctor knew me and I was and am a monster, then why did she help me?

She walks over to me with a thin syringe in her hand.

I push myself backward. "What is that?" I stammer slowly.