Every thought spoken

John

I watched Mia get pulled out of the room. I look down to see a trashcan, where I had been violently sick a second ago. I looked at my girl. Samantha. The light had already drained from her eyes. My throat burned and I sobbed. I notice hands on my arms escorting me out. I try to turn around to go back to my Sammy, but the hands are strong. They pull me out of the room. The last thing I saw in the room was the doctor looking back at me with sadness drifting around him. I feel sick again, and empty my stomach on the floor in front of me. Pain was all I felt. Pain and sadness.  I couldn't even comprehend what was going on. Where was I? WHO was I? I didn't know what was going on. Fear suddenly rushed through me. Where was Mia? Was she okay? Instant pain flooded my head. I fell to my knees at the pain. Something was wrong. I needed to see my Sammy again. But there was something wrong. I didn't know what. They pulled me into the room where Mia was sitting, motionless. They dragged me and her into a room. I groaned at the feeling of sitting down. It was an office.  "The Doctor will be with you in a moment." The nurse explained. But all I heard was a jumble of words and letters. They sat Mia down. I could see her starting to wake.