Forevermore

.12.

I scream out when Luke is dragged off, ripped from my grasp. I go wild. I want him back. Need him, crave him, hate him, and never want to see him again. A male medic with black hair and blue eyes tries to grab my wrists but I slap them away. I hear him curse out as he continues to try and restrain me. It's so god damn noisy. I just want to be left alone.

A tumour, a fucking tumour. How is this real? How is this possible? I scream out in frustration before breaking into tears. Anger, sadness, even happiness, all the emotions overwhelm me as I struggle to comprehend.

Feeling more hands trying to hold me down, I go to lash out to find my left wrist tied down, a black plastic zip tie cutting into my skin as I attempt to pull it up. I flail my right arm around focused on keeping it free, no care with who I hit.

A sharp prick in my left arm brings me back to my senses as I whip my head around and watch a liquid being injected into my vein. I freeze realising I had made a fatal mistake. The same black hair doctor had done it, a red mark from my hand-printed onto his face.

"Thank god, Thomas." Another doctor praises the black-haired doctor, Thomas, at his achievement.

In a last attempt to get free I yank at my wrist which to my disappointment, doesn't come free. Before I know it, I find my eyes sliding shut and everything fades out.

Opening my eyes, I feel my head blur as I wake. They had sedated me. I hate them so much for doing that. I wanted to show them, to teach them a lesson. I bash my head into the pillow when I hear a knock at the door. It opens revealing the bright outside light from the corridor causing me to squint.

"Chloe, Chloe, Chloe." An older male doctor with light brown hair walks into the room. He taps on his clipboard with each word, a smirk evident on his face. He shuts the door behind him.

I glare at him, hating the other's presence before I start staring in shock.

How the hell does he know my name? I don't think Luke had mentioned it when they came in. No one else should know. They don't know me. Or do they?

"What do you want?" I inquire, with my eyes narrowing with each step closer he takes.

"Oh me? Nothing much. Just to check up on you, Chloe, after the events of this morning." The way he speaks, so carefully laid out, each word chosen with his smile growing each second.

"Well, I'm fine thanks for asking."

"Are you though?" He raises an eyebrow. "Being harassed by the enemy doesn't seem like something anyone would be fine from."

Something feels off as I sit here quietly

"Luke isn't the enemy," I whisper, but it was loud enough for the doctor to pick up on it.

"Really now?" He says with his creepy smile. "Interesting indeed."

The doctor places back and forth across the room, while I stare, unsure on what to say or do.