Whispered promises

Chapter 4

As they arrived at the emergency room, Melissa MCCall , a nurse, took charge. She quickly assessed Katrina's condition and began the necessary procedures to stabilize her. "She gonna be okay she just collapsed " Sarah asked wondering what the hell just happened. "Yeah she's gonna be fine " Melissa informed her trying to reassure the girl .

I gasped awake, my eyes flying open as pain shot through my side. Panic immediately seized me as I surveyed my surroundings. It was a hospital room . Wires snaked across my body, connecting me to medical equipment that beeped and hummed. Instinctively, I began ripping them off, desperate to free myself from this bewildering entanglement.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down... you're okay," a voice broke through the chaos. I glanced up to catch sight of two figures standing nearby. One of them, a young woman with a determined expression, reached out to help me. Ignoring her outstretched hand, I continued tearing at the wires, my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to escape this place, this nightmare. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

I quickly yanked the needle from my arm, wincing slightly as it left a small puncture mark. My focus shifted to the nurse , her gaze unwavering. "Listen to me, Katrina ," she urged, her voice steady and reassuring. "You need to calm down. These wires and equipment are here to help you. Trust me."she said . But I couldn't trust anyone, not in this situation. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to flee. The nurse who had accompanied the other one tried to step closer, their hands held out in a placating gesture.

"Please, Katrina , stay here," one of them pleaded. "You're not well. You need medical attention."she informed me . Seeing the wire's and needles reminded me of a time I wanted to forget . I cast a quick glance at the nurse's arm and froze. A needle glinted menacingly, clutched tightly in her hand. Images of injections and painful treatments flooded my mind, and instinct took over. Without thinking, I lunged forward and forcefully snatched the needle from her grasp, a surge of determination fueling my actions

The nurses' expressions turned from concern to alarm, and they scrambled to intercept me. "Katrina wait !" The nurse yelled as I pushed past them, my movements fueled by a desperate need for freedom.

As I burst out of the room, the nurses wasted no time in raising the alarm. Their urgent calls for security echoed through the corridor. With each step, my heart pounded in my ears, and fear mingled with determination. I had no idea where I was or how I had ended up in this nightmarish place, but I refused to let it consume me. I would fight, I would survive.

Argent and Victoria, their hearts pounding with an anticipation and anxiety, entered the office of the hospital upon receiving a call from Sheriff Stilinski. They took their seats opposite the sheriff, their eyes fixed on him, awaiting an explanation. Stilinki didn't want to explain for long he knew the two was waiting a long time to hear this news so he kept it short for them . Taking a deep breath, he decided to be direct, sparing them the agony of prolonged suspense. "The blood sample you'd given me it was 99% percent Match , Katrina is your daughter " he informed them .

Argent and Victoria froze in their seats, their eyes widening with shock. Time seemed to stand still as they absorbed the weight of Stilinski's words. It was an unimaginable revelation, one that shattered their perceptions of reality.

"Wait... are you saying..." Victoria's voice faltered, her lips trembling as she struggled to form the words. She couldn't believe they were right and it was true . Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, unable to comprehend the enormity of what she was about to hear.
"Katrina is ... your daughter," Stilinski confirmed, his voice tinged with both sorrow and relief. The room fell into a heavy silence, as if the air had been sucked out, leaving only the echo of his words lingering in the space.