All for you

Chapter 7

(This chapter is partly inspired by an old tv show from like 2009 called Sea Patrol. Sorta cringey when I think about but is a good series. Highly recommend it (it's on YouTube)) :)
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KOSOV-MEYER slowly releases his grip on the handcuffs and swaps with MULHOLLAND.

KOSOV turns to me.

"My name is Leo, Leo Kosov-Meyer but my name on the ship is 2-Dads."

He points to the medic.

"We call him Swain but his name is Chris Blake and the guy behind you is Dutchy and his name is Dylan Mulholland."

I take a sharp breath. I cough and splutter. The air is thick with dust and the adrenaline has worn off a bit. My ribs feel bruised from being kicked earlier by Alex. Swain approaches me slowly.

"Let me help you. Please."

I wriggle again trying to drop to my knees but Dutchy keeps a firm grip on the handcuffs and pull me back up.

"Stop wriggling. You're gonna hurt yourself."

His voice sounds concerned but I don't listen to him. I keep struggling. My gut doesn't trust these guys.

"Ivy, I didn't want to do this."

Swain reaches into his pocket and pulls out the needle. I scream. This time it's a girly squeal and not a Deadpool mutation roar. I struggle harder than before and try kicking them away.

Something you should know about me is that I have two main fears and both of them are ridiculous. I'm scared of needles and cockroaches. Needles because they hurt. To me it feels like being stabbed and then having my arm run over by semi trailer or birthday punches when you're 102. And cockroaches. I had no problem with them until I knew they could fly. They're just gross and useless. Ewiee.

The needle sent me hysterics. I try everything. "Please, I'll stop. Just don't hurt me with that. Please!"

Swain doesn't blink. He removes the cap on the top of the needle, pushes some of the fluid out of the syringe and signals to 2-Dads to help Dutchy. I can't stop struggling. My wrists are bruised, I'm screaming.

"Swain. What are you doing. No, Swain. Please. No. Please. Please. Please."

Dutchy and 2-Dads stuggle to keep me still. Swain says something to the guys but I'm too scared to listen.

I can't move. They are holding me as tight as I can. I make one final attempt to break free but everything is replaced but pain of the penetration of the needle. I instantly scream.

"FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

My right upper thigh immediately starts pulsating. I want to keep screaming but I can't. I start going really weak.

"Pl..plea..plea..pleasee."

My words become slurred and slow. Everything around goes out of focus. The boys lower me gently to the ground and lay me on my stomach. I feel the handcuffs loosen and then drop away and my hands fall off my back and flop next to my sides.

I can't really feel much anymore but I can feel two arms under mine. I'm being lifted off the ground and I think Swain is in front of me. I'm lead through the corridors unable to comprehend where I am. A door is pushed open and I can vaguely make out 6 other people in the same navy uniform gathered around me.

Swain appears in front of me again and shines a soft light into my eyes. All I can do is move my eyes and even then I have no peripheral vision. I'm lifted up again and walked through the thick foliage that I saw from the tiny window.

It's really humid. Sweat is dropping down my back and off my face in large drops. I feel properly shitty.

We stop at a large inflatable grey boat. I think these are called ribs. I'm lifted into the rib and placed on an orange stretcher. I have 3 people above me that I can see. The boat starts to move.

My eyes shut. Not long after I can't feel anything and soon after that I can't hear anything.