Crash and Burn

6: Construction Zone

Tyler was gone for three hours and forty seven minutes. There was a small clock high up on the wall above the door which I used to count. I had been just managing when I was with him, but on my own I was in a state of pure panic.

At one hour, I was pacing back and forth across the room. At two hours, I was banging against the glass door, screaming for someone to let me out. And now, at three hours and thirty seven minutes, I was laying on my side with my eyes focused on a clump on lint where Tyler's bed used to be. I was dizzy from shouting and my face was streaked with tears. When the door finally opened it took me a few moments to get up.

Tyler was wheeled back into the room by two guards. I stood still, staring straight at them until they had left the room and sealed the door.

I rushed to Tyler's bedside. My instinct was to reach for his arm and pull him up, but seeing the IV in his hand I withdrew. My hands were shaking as I checked him over. His breathing was normal, despite the thin tubes giving him air. Small bandages covered the inside of his arm. He was pale looking, like he hadn't eaten in a while or something was off balance inside. Small beads of sweat coated his brow. I carefully took his hand and was shocked to find it cold to the touch. I tore the top blanket off my bed and tossed it over him. I pulled a chair to his side and laced his fingers with mine.

I sat with him for exactly twenty four minutes before he woke. My head was resting on the edge of his bed. I had almost fallen asleep when I felt his fingers tighten. I jolted upright immediately. He mumbled something that sounded like 'keeahrba'. It took me a minute to realize he was trying today my name. His eyes were barely open. He cleared his throat and started again.

"Don't got with them, Kira." He muttered.

He was looking at something in front of him. I whipped around and saw the woman from before, followed with her two guards, right outside the door.

With a click, the door opened and the woman walked in, the sound of her high heels marking her way. She gave her signature smile which seemed to communicate everything.

Tyler turned his head to the side and started weeping. I had never seen his properly cry in front of me before and it caught me so off guard that I didn't notice the two people coming up behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I kicked my leg out backwards. My foot dug itself into the shin of whoever grabbed me. They stumbled backwards, but then the other guard was on me too. I instinctively cried out for help, and realized how ridiculously stupid it was a moment later.

They pulled me back, away from Tyler, who was frantically gripping my hand with all his feeble strength. I was hauled back into my bed in a matter of seconds and restraints were attached to my arms. I got a few good kicks in before they got my legs down too. Tyler was almost screaming now, as my bed started to move for the door. The woman walked in front of us, holding her hands to her ears. The door sealed behind us and suddenly Tyler's cries disappeared.

"Well, we can't have that happening again." Said the woman, leading the way down the hall. She stopped someone walking the other direction. "Make a note, the subjects in room 308 are far too co-dependant. Correcting actions will need to take place right away." She commanded.

She led us to a small, empty room at the end of the hall. She filled out a few forms and put them in a container on the door. And with that she was gone. I was left in the middle of the room, the two guards at my side.

I lay there in silence for several minutes before another group of people came into the room. They were chatting about something and barely paid any notice to the fact that I was in the room. They dismissed the guards, saying they could 'take it from there'. A few machines were brought into the room, monitors for the most part.

"What's going on?" I said, trying to get their attention. No one even glanced over.

"Hey! Look at me. I'm right here and I'm not going away." The chatter quieted for a moment, but no one stopped what they were doing.

"I'm angry, scared and I have no control over what's happening. Would one of you please just tell me what you're doing?" I demanded. I looked to young girl with brown hair and pale skin. For a second, our eyes met, and she gave me what I could only assume was a reassuring smile. Then someone put a mask over my face and I was out.

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That sure lasted. I'm going to stop kidding myself, there's no way I'm going to be able to stick to a tie frame. I do want to finish this story, so don't worry about that, but I'm going to stop promising a chapter every few weeks. It should be noted that I have final exams in less then a week, yet this is all I've been working on since I got home today. Good job, Sierra.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I'll have another one up eventually. Hopefully AFTER I take my provincial next Wednesday.

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