The Safety Dance - Nick Clark

7 - A Right To Call This Home

Was it still dark? no, it was morning when it happened. How long had I been out? The room felt thick and like the air had been sucked out. I moved my arms for them to only move an inch, The straps were tight and the one around my waist was keeping me from breathing normal. I whimpered trying to move and a bright light was shown just above me.

"Sweetheart, we like you so we're gonna need you to stop doing that. Just wait, your turn will come." it sounded as if they were talking through a Bullhorn to the side of me. I kept my eyes squeezed shut and I continued to pull against the straps. "Really, Amy? Is it Amy? That's what he kept yelling." I froze and opened my eyes slowly letting them adjust. The room was pure white and the walls were glass. Only a couple of people stood around staring at me with their arms crossed.

A muscular woman stood with a stern look on her face. She was dressed in all white and her hair was a short cut and red like mine.

"Where's-" I began coughing on something in my throat.

"Yeah. We had to fix you up so you're going to feel a little weird for a few hours. But the bright side; You're OK!" the man with the same voice as before said, his long beard moving with every word. "Now about your friend. Nick. Such a good fella, ya know?" I simply glared at him. What right does he have to talk about him. Are these people the same that dragged me into the trees?

"Honey, listen; Your friend was in bad shape when we found him so it's not our fault for what happen to him."

My heart stopped. I almost stopped breathing. I felt my face drop and they all saw "I'm sorry but he's sick. It happened on the operating table, we couldn't do anything." I squeezed my eyes shut but I couldn't help to stop myself from thinking what they meant. I almost refuse to believe it but in all seriousness I felt it to be true but I prayed, prayed he wasn't... that.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to speak "I want to see him."

"We can't let you do that."

"I don't care! Take me to him. Now!" I pulled harder and one of the traps broke off the table. I stopped moving and felt my head throbbing and blood running down my face.

"Now look what you've done. we just put those stitches in and you broke them." he shook his head and sighed walking over to a thin piece of glass hanging by wires. He touched it and the room went dark again and quiet as if nobody was out there. I felt a cloth over my face and I was out for the third time.

-

"Amy? Dear, wake up." The man was back and he held a cup of water in his hand and the other was on my forehead "How are you feeling? Better I hope. Look, I apologize for the Chloroform but you just wouldn't listen." he laughed lightly and pulled up a chair.

"Hungry?" he smiled holding a tray out to me "It's OK if you're not, I understand, You're not going to hurt my feelings."

Is this guy serious? "Please just let me see him." I stretched my neck to look around and that's when I noticed I was in a different room. This one was dark with a little window and the walls almost seemed rusted. It smelt of old, damp paper and stale water and it was giving me a headache or maybe that was just whatever they've done to me.

I slammed my head back on the bed and I could feel my chest tightening and my eyes starting to burn "Please," my voice cracking "I love him please just let me at least talk with him." The man looked down on me and frowned. I could see it in his eyes that it wasn't really his choice to let me do anything I asked for.

"I'm so sorry but you're going to have to wait." He apologized for the hundredth time.

"Then just tell me... he's... not one of those things." I was crying now,  on the edge of sobbing in front of this man I didn't even know. I shouldn't have listened to him and took him to the Hospital and then maybe we'd be on our way home now.