Part 12

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Y/N's P.O.V
Just because I'm "asleep" Doesn't mean I can't hear anything, I can't talk. The doctor put some metal thing in my mouth to keep me quiet. I couldn't move, anything, I heard Matt talking to me, everything he's said made me wanna cry and move.
But if I move a tiny bit, a sharp pain Goss through my body. The doctor told Matt to go to the mall to get some stuff, the man said he needed to do surgery to my brain.
My brain is perfectly fine, I didn't damage it, I'm lucky I covered my head my going through all those flips and turns.
It sounded like about 10 people come into the room after Matt leaves, saying,
"Do you think this is a good idea?"
"What if the boy comes back early?" A lady says, "Did he say to do this?"
"We got the tools, drills, knifes and everything else in the big cart. And towels in the small one for after. Ok?"
No. No! I yelled in my head, what are they doing? "Sir, the drill isn't here,"
"Neither is all the other tools, we need all those special tools to get the brain out."
Shit! I tried to move but, I was strapped into the bed, I attempt to move my legs and arms to wiggle out, but I'm in to much pain. "Just make sure she isn't gonna get up, that Matthew boy needs to stay out. And get the pills and water for her, she'll need it." Then I hear the doctor's footsteps exit the room.
They are taking my brain? I ask myself.

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