I was woken my a sharp stinging in my forearm. My eyelids fluttered open, eyes flickering. Rick's face came into view, and all I could see was his twisted smile that lit up his face with a twinkle in his eyes. I frowned, trying to lift my arm to smack the smile off his face, but my limbs felt too heavy. I rolled my head to the side to get a better view of my surroundings, groaning when from the weight of my head. Room doors were passing in a blur, giving no indication in where we were going.
Just as quickly as his face came into view, it was gone again.
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The next time that I woke, I was back in my room lying on my plain, white sheets, uncuffed.
My eyebrows furrowed and I scanned around the room in search of someone or something out of place. Nothing. I was alone in my room just how I had been when I fell asleep last night. I went to sit up, but felt something hold me back.
My head swiveled to find the source of the confinement.
Strapped around my waist was a thick belt that held me to the bed. It was more of protection, trying to keep me safely secured rather than detaining.
What would it be protecting me from?
I examined the rest of the room behind me, finding a couple machines making occasional beeps. I looked down at my arm to discover a needle sticking out with a thing tube that led up to one of the machines.
My eyes widened considerably at the sight. Frowning, I yanked it out, only to have the machines beeps become erratic. Frantically, my hands fumbled with the machines in an attempt at ceasing the annoying blaring, but only hit a button that set off more alarms.
I sighed and slumped back down into my bed in defeat.
Moments later, I heard the scuffle of shoes that indicated a few attendants rushing in, looking around in panic. With my eyes still shut, I feebly raised my arm and muttered, "My bad."
I heard someone clear their throat in an attempt to get my attention. My raised arm came smacking down to my forehead in annoyance and I groaned, knowing exactly who it was.
Doc had a small grin on his face and strolled over, "Well good afternoon Aisling."
"Wait, what do you mean 'good afternoon'?" I never slept in past eight. There was no possible way that it could be the afternoon.
"It is past noon, therefore it is the afternoon." He spoke slowly as if I didn't understand what he was said.
"I get how time works, Doc. What I don't understand, is how it can be so late..." I trailed off my eyes were unfocused as I thought back to last night.
"You slept in for once Aisling. What is wrong with that?"
"I. Don't. Sleep. In. That's what is wrong. It isn't possible." I was getting more flustered by the moment. I physically could not do that.
I shot out of bed, shocking the attendants and Doc. My feet moved before my mind and I was zipping past patients and anybody else in the halls, in search of the only person that would have the answers I was searching for.
I rounded one corner and collided with another body.
"Watch it!" I growled. I wasn't in the mood to deal with people today. I brushed myself off and glared down at the person on the floor.
Rylie.
He peered up at me, absolutely terrified. I smirked to myself and went to walk around him, but I felt something shoot out and grab my ankle. I froze.
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Asylum For Aisling
FanfictionTHIS IS NOT MY STORY. This is by somecatchyname on onedirectionfanfiction (@CautiousThought on twitter). I'm only posting it on here because it's easier for me to read! Hope you like it, I'm also posting the sequel of this story, Searching For Sanct...