Something In The Way-SYLUS X MC X ZAYNE

Chapter 30 "Fragments of Memories"

"Stop it, please! Please, stop!"

Her voice was high-pitched, filled with desperation as she thrashed against the restraints holding her small arms down. The room was sterile and cold, the bright fluorescent lights above glaring into her teary eyes. She could barely see through the blur of her own tears, but she could feel the presence of the nurses around her, their hands firm as they pinned her wrists and legs to the metal bed.

"Calm down," one of the nurses said, her voice neutral and detached. "You're going to be fine."

"Let me go!" the young girl cried, her chest heaving as she twisted against the bindings. Fear gripped her tiny frame, her heart pounding as panic clawed at her. "I don't want this! Please, don't—"

"It's for your own good," another voice said, this one softer but no less commanding. A man in a lab coat stepped into her view, a surgical mask covering his face. He held a syringe in his hand, the clear liquid inside glinting under the harsh light.

"No!" she screamed, trying to pull away, but the bindings held her firmly in place. "Please, don't!"

"It'll all be over soon," the man said, his tone calm but devoid of warmth. He nodded to one of the nurses, who adjusted the straps around her arms.

A woman leaned over her, her gloved hands pressing gently but firmly against her shoulders. Her voice was soft, almost soothing. "Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes."

But as the woman spoke, she reached up to adjust her mask, pulling it down to rest below her chin. The young girl's breath caught in her throat as recognition slammed into her.

"Grandma?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Her grandmother's face was calm, her expression unreadable as she gazed down at her. "It's for your own good," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

The syringe pierced her arm, and the pain was sharp, making her cry out. But almost immediately, her body began to feel heavy, her limbs sinking into the bed as a strange warmth spread through her veins. Her vision blurred, the harsh lights above blending into a hazy glow.

"Grandma..." Her voice was barely audible now, her eyelids fluttering as the world around her began to fade.

And then, darkness.

My eyes fluttered open to blinding white light, and for a moment, I was frozen, my mind struggling to piece together where I was. The smell of antiseptic hit me first—sharp and sterile, making my stomach churn. My body felt heavy, as if gravity was working overtime to keep me pinned down. Blinking rapidly, I turned my head, and that's when I saw them.

Wires.

Dozens of them, thin and invasive, attached to my arms and chest, snaking their way into machines that beeped softly around me. The low hum of equipment filled the air, and the room itself—if it could even be called that—was pristine and sterile, bathed in the cold glow of fluorescent lights.

Panic shot through me as I tried to sit up, the movement pulling painfully at the wires. I winced but didn't stop. My heart pounded as I yanked one wire off, then another, the adhesive pulling at my skin. My breathing grew shallow as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the chill of the smooth floor sending a shiver up my spine.

This wasn't Akso Hospital.

My mind raced, trying to fill in the blanks. The last thing I remembered was being in the hospital, Zayne's empty bed, the nurse telling me he'd been discharged... and then darkness. My chest tightened as I scanned the room. High-tech equipment surrounded me, panels blinking with symbols and codes I couldn't understand. Monitors displayed glowing blue lines that pulsed in sync with my heartbeat—or at least they had been until I ripped everything off.