Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Twenty One

When I woke up I didn't know where I was. I was in a white room laying on a fluffy bed with white sheets. There was another bed to my left but no one occupied it, I was the only one in the room. I looked to my right and realized I was hooked up to a monitor. The room was really plain with only 2 other seats, a cabinet, and counter in the corner.

I must be in one of the prison's hospital rooms, the guards probably dragged me out of my cell and down here. Wow, that must have been embarrassing.

I slowly sat up on my bed, nothing but my head hurt. I had a small headache.

On the table next to my bed was a glass of water and I picked it up and drank it down greedily, hoping that it would help my headache.

After sitting in my bed for a while and nothing happening, I peeled off the heart monitor cords from my chest and then moved myself off the bed. I walked towards the door of the room and twisted the door handle but found it locked.

Of course it was locked I thought stupidly, why would they leave it unlocked for me?

Sighing in defeat, I sat back down on the edge of the hospital bed. Someone would come in soon.

I looked around the room and my eyes found their way to a paper sitting on the counter in the corner of the room. Curiosity got the better of me and I got back off the bed and grabbed the paper. It had my name and prison and medical information, I skimmed to the bottom and found a section that interested me.

"Symptoms: Nightmares, panic attacks, insomnia?, insanity."

I read it with squinted eyes. With all my problems written down on a piece of paper I never realized how bad off I was. The only symptom I think they got wrong was insanity because I'm just a little bit broken, not crazy psycho.

I heard the door open behind me and I quickly set down the paper and turned around. I tall middle aged man stood before me. He had grey hair and glasses, and he wore a normal doctor's coat.

"I see your up." The man said with a small smile and I nodded, moving back and sitting down on the hospital bed in the process. I'm just glad he didn't state how I took the heart monitor cords off of me, some doctors could get really upset over that.

"Arizona, do you remember what happened?" The doctor asked and I nodded again, not wanting to speak just yet. Those symptoms he had on that paper were to what disorder?

"What's wrong with me?" I asked confused and the doctor then came and sat down next to me on the bed.

He looked at me gently and then began to speak. "Well Arizona due to your traumatic background as well as your nightmares and panic attacks I diagnosed you with PTSD."

"Post traumatic stress disorder?" I asked, I have heard of it before but I never knew of anyone who had it. Well then again, on the run I didn't have any friends.

"Yes, it's from a very traumatic experience. Maybe your parents deaths? But there isn't much we can do to help you, I am prescribing you with an antidepressant and sleeping pills that you need to take every day but that's all I can do." The doctor said sadly.

I looked up at him. I was about to say something but the door opened and in walked Damien.

Seeing him made me feel a little more comfortable, he knew me the best here.

When he saw me he gave me a small smile and I gave him a nod in acknowledgement. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"Better than last night." I sighed sadly, I just wanted to get out of here. I can't stand this place.