I Choose You

Chapter Ten - Cyanide?!

I woke up to a bunch of machines (more than usual!) and people standing over me instead of the tiles. I wanted to see the ceiling tiles.

"he's up," screamed what sounded like three billion people. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn't budge. I looked at my body. I was tied to a table. There was holes and bandages all over my body. Then I realized: Jessica.

"My phone!" everyone looked towards me and backed away. The tiles weren't the same. I got moved. "No, not now. Not yet, anyway." That was the worst news ever delivered. I wanted to cry. Another doctor ran into the room, frantic to stand next to the guy with black hair spotted with greys; He also had glasses. They whispered about something, then she giggled, then nodded, then they spoke some more and she showed him the clipboard. He removed one paper and waved over a man with latex gloves and what looked like a germ-proof suit on. Then grey-hair-and-glasses point at me, then the paper. Mr. Latex Gloves nodded and whispered something. Despite the silence that fell over the room, all I heard was the murmur of their whispers and my own heavy breathing. What was wrong with me?

"We have bad news," started grey-hair-and-glasses, "I - and everyone here - believes strongly you have been exposed to an acute amount of cyanide."

Cyanide!? You're kidding. I swallowed thickly, my mouth being dry. "Doesn't that kill instantly? Shouldn't I be dead?" The lady who brought the papers in cracked a smile. This is not funny, Giggles.

Mr. Latex Gloves shook his head, "Not with the amount you've been exposed to you. You're lucky. We're going to have to detox you, though. Painless process. Do you think someone did this to you?"

Certainly. Philip. Or one of his crazy sidekicks. They're all insane and want to kill me. They must've done terrible research. Not enough to kill. The sad part was, this wasn't going to be the end. "Yes. Those creepy stalkers."

"Who?"

"This man, under the assumed name Philip. His crazy sidekicks. They're out to get me. I'm in WPP because of them. They broke into my house. Hacked my Twitter and my friend's. Tried to shoot me, but the gun didn't work. That girl that was in here 'fore, she was one of them."

I swear, in that moment, almost all the doctors' mouths in that room dropped. there we gasp and o-shaped mouths everywhere. Is it that crazy for a 18-year-old to be stalked and hunted? Okay, yea, it is. I mean, though, would I really poison myself? Duh.

Mr. Latex Gloves nodded. "Okay, well let us detox you. The longer we wait, the harder it'll be."

Boy, did this turn into a Sherlock episode.. and fast.