Beneath Lies [F reader / Aiah Arceta]

Chapter 10

⚠️!Warning!⚠️

Aiah's Pov

I tried to push the remnants of the dream aside, but the murmurs outside my room drew my attention. I strained to listen, the conversation growing clearer as the voices came closer.

"It's Important to include Aiah in this experiment," one doctor said, his tone authoritative. "Her condition might give us crucial insights."

"No, it's too risky," Dr. Vergara's voice was firm, her concern evident. "She's already under a lot of stress. We shouldn't push her into something potentially harmful."

"But if we don't, we might miss critical data that could benefit others in her situation," the other doctor insisted.

I caught fragments of their conversation about my condition. They mentioned something about the experimental treatment for my chronic insomnia and the unexplained episodes of severe anxiety that had plagued me. These episodes sometimes left me disoriented and unable to function normally. The doctors seemed to believe that including me in their experiment might help understand the underlying causes and find a treatment.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I listened. The discussion seemed to revolve around using me as a subject for an experiment, and Dr. Vergara was the only one voicing concern about my well-being.

"What are they planning?" I whispered to myself, anxiety creeping into my voice. The idea of being involved in another experiment, especially under such tense circumstances, was overwhelming.

Suddenly, the door to my room creaked open, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. The footsteps grew closer, and I held my breath, trying to keep my breathing steady.

Dr. Vergara and the other doctors entered the room, their voices muffled but distinct. "Let's just check her vitals," one of them said.

I felt the bed dip slightly as they approached. The sound of the monitors and the soft beeping of the equipment filled the room. I could sense their presence hovering over me, and I did my best to remain still, hoping they wouldn't notice my wakefulness.

Dr. Vergara's voice was softer, tinged with concern. "We need to be careful with this. She's had a lot on her plate lately."

I could hear the faint rustle of papers and the quiet clicks of equipment as they went about their examination. After a few tense minutes, they seemed satisfied with their checks.

"Let's give her some time," Dr. Vergara finally said, her voice carrying a note of relief. "We'll discuss this further after she's had some rest."

With that, the doctors began to leave the room, their footsteps gradually fading away. I waited until I was sure they were gone before slowly opening my eyes, the weight of their discussion still heavy on my mind.

As soon as the doctors left, I allowed myself a moment to exhale, but the tension in my chest refused to loosen. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what I'd overheard. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last.

But before I could dwell too long, a faint, desperate voice echoed through the hallway, just outside my door. It was weak and trembling, almost drowned out by the distant hum of the hospital machinery.

"Please... help me..."

The voice was barely audible, but the fear in it was unmistakable. I sat up quickly, my pulse quickening. Who was that? And why did they sound so... frightened?

I slipped out of bed, careful to keep my movements silent. Pressing my ear to the door, I heard a nurse respond in a hushed, almost mechanical tone. "The patient is ready," she said. The words sent a chill down my spine.