Beginning of the End

Safety

I wake up in the hospital bed, not strapped in this time. I feel like David trusts me more when I see this. Like he believes me, and knows I won't try anything. It makes me feel good. David walks in.

"You passed out because of the medicine I injected into your arm after you ate this morning. It finally wore you down. Sorry, I thought you would last longer than that. Are you hungry at all?" He asks.

I shake my head while reaching up to feel my ear. They are ringing for some reason. David is different from most humans. There is something inside me that trusts him so well. I try to push that trust away because I need a reason to trust him. Not to mention, I don't even know if he's actually helping me or not so there should be no reason.

"May I examine you a little bit to make sure your healing right?"

A rush of fear runs through me, I can't let him do that. He'll find out somehow...I don't know what to do. I haven't looked in a mirror for a while so I never really knew people could read what my thoughts were so easily on my face.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to make sure that you're healing right."

So with that he comes over to my bed, or his bed I should say. First he picks up my hand and holds it for a minute. I just close my eyes and let him do his business while thinking about everything he touches. He checks my pulse; I feel his cool, smooth hand against my skin. His thumb presses firmly on my wrist as he feels the beating of my pulse. I don't know what he is doing but he goes down to my hips. This makes me uncomfortable so I jerk my hand on top of his and slowly but nicely move them both one by one away from my hip area.

"Sorry did that hurt?"

I nod my head with my eyes still closed. I can't look in his eyes just in case he gets suspicious. Like I said, he'll probably read my face and know right away that I'm lying. He goes to my arm instead and starts squeezing my upper bicep.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little." My voice never fails to surprise me.

It doesn't hurt that much but it was still uncomfortable. He moves towards my leg. I get myself ready for some external pain. He squeezes my thigh like my arm; my face immediately scrunches up in pain. I let out a groan of pain.

"Sorry," he says with a little too much sincerity in his voice. Maybe he does really care for me. I take a quick peek at his face and it's creased with worry. He takes a deep breath and tells me what he has to do.

"I'm going to have to change your cast now. Well, change the crystals inside of it. It's not going to be pleasant I'll tell you. Would you like me to give you some medicine before we do this?"

I shake my head. I hear he has to do this every morning...or was it every night? Either way, I can't just run away from pain like this when I've had it like my entire teenage life. So I shake my head firmly, knowing deep inside I was brave for doing this because I know it isn't going to be fun.

"Ok..."

He presses two buttons on the bottom of my cast and then my whole leg is on fire. I grunt in pain trying to hold back a scream. I start breathing hard so I slap my hand over my mouth. He looks over at me.

"It gets better each time we do it. I promise." Again, he says it sincerely. In fact, he even looks like he's in pain seeing me like this.

All of a sudden the pain is gone. I hear him putting the crystals in a container. I don't even realize it but my eyes are shut tight and I am holding my breath. I open them and start breathing again. I see him open the small fridge in front of my bed. Might as well call it my bed since I'm going to be here for a while. He takes out some more crystals that were more of a bluish color instead of a red color like the ones he took out of my leg.