Hills Asylum (Kellin Quinn) ✔️

Chapter 3 - I Know You're Not Crazy

EMILIA'S POV—

"Please stop, I'm not crazy!" I pleaded through my sobs. They had been doing these weird tests on me again for hours, days, trying to trigger something out of me, trying to make me lash out like I had on my stepbrother. Or whatever their intentions really were.

But I had a good reason for what I did to my stepbrother. Even though partially it was an accident, he deserved it. I wasn't crazy. I really wasn't.

My body ached as my muscles continuously contracted throughout the tests. If only they understood that it was them who caused these episodes. They probably did know though. God, I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and never wake up so that I wouldn't have to go through this again whenever they felt like it.

My hands were bawled into fists as I tried to fight the pain that I felt in my muscles. My head was hurting so much too. I hated this place. I truly hated it. But it was ironically much safer than being out there.

"That will be enough. Bring her back to her room, restrain her and administer the medicine." With that I was simply shoved into a wheelchair and brought back to my room. The guard and the assistant physicist placed me on my bed with slight force and put restraints on my wrists. "This might hurt a little." The assistant then said.

I looked at him, my eyes widening at the huge syringe he held in his hands. How much more could it hurt after what they had just put me through though? But I was wrong. The needle was pressed into my arm and immediately I cried out as I felt the liquid being pushed into me. It hurt so bad, I couldn't even describe it.

I watched as the guard already left the room and the assistant grabbed his things and followed him out. My vision went a bit blurry as I looked at the two. It felt like I was losing control of everything. I wanted to get up and tell them how wrong this felt, not that they probably cared, but then I was reminded of the restraints on my wrists that kept me firmly down on my bed.

For the two days after that they kept giving me the same shot. Every single time felt worse. The four small walls that were my room felt like they were caving in on me every time the weird medicine coursed through my veins. It was almost like I could feel it pump through me. Nurse Jardine and McDougall were kind enough to move me up to medical so they could monitor me and I wouldn't be so alone.

My best friend Vic would sit at the end of my bed a lot, drawing, writing and occasionally teaching me a thing or two about his sign language, like he had been doing for a while now. He told me he was going to teach the new doctor too. That was odd though, no doctor ever cared enough to communicate with Vic.

I was grateful for his presence, it made it all a little less awful. But every time the assistant came in to give me the shot, I urged Vic to leave. I didn't want him to see me in that state. He had been traumatized enough in his life. And in here too.

Whenever I got a shot, my body would heat up in a really uncomfortable way. It was like a burning itch that wouldn't fade away unless you scratch the fuck out of it until it bleeds. But I couldn't do anything since my wrists were still restrained. All I could do was scratch at the palms of my hands. Drowsiness and nausea eventually took over. My thinking capability left me and this time, for the first time, I suddenly started vomiting.

Nurse McDougall wasn't around until later that day and Nurse Jardine was doing her morning rounds, so here I was left lying in my own vomit. It was fucking disgusting, although I did feel somewhat better. I was numb and couldn't really think straight, but at least the itch was somehow mostly gone.

KELLIN'S POV—

After doing the morning rounds, as usual, I decided to walk Tay back to medical. She told me she had quite some stuff to do, and since I didn't, I thought maybe I could help her out. After all, I was here to expand my knowledge on medicine.