Invisible

Invisible: Part 7

I sit in the noisy, clattered lobby by myself. I'm waiting for dad.

As I wait, I notice that many people in this hospital have serious illnesses or injuries. A girl my age had a red, swollen arm with nasty, bubbly, greasy boils multiplying on the surface. Then a newborn baby boy - or should I say boys - with two heads, screaming while doctors rush him to the surgical room. It's terrible. Many people pass me, each haunted with injuries. Patients with concussions, broken limbs, birth defects, diseases, cancer, and even dead people are strolled to different areas, many of them being rushed to save their lives.

Over the noise and cries, a crowd of people yelling something enters the hall. They shove and push other doctors and nurses. They wear doctor coats, except for two female nurses, and scream something. I can't make it with all the panic. The man leading the mob looks my way, and walks my way. It looks like they are going down the hall, so I turn. I wiggle my toes, wriggle them, and then I'm thrashed out of my seat.

"Hey! Let go!" I twist my head back to see a dark skinned doctor gripping around my arms. I flail and kick and cry. Every time I try to wiggle my way out, his ruff hand tighten.

"DADDY!" I cry, being dragged on the granite floor. The doctors and patients stand and stare as I cry and thrash. Dad quickly snaps into my reality and sprints over to help me.

"HEY! LET GO OF MY, DAUGHTER! YOU SON OF A B - HEY! LET GO OF ME!" A security guard pulls him, and he fights and fights, but freezes... When the guard draws his gun... At his head. He whispers something to him, and pulls him away.

"Baby! Don't worry! I'm coming!" He cries. Then he disappears. I scream and sob, spitting everywhere and inhaling my hair. Pain of his grip and fear of death surges through my veins. The man drags me, other doctors following.

"Hurry, we need her." What? You need me? For what? The doctor opens the door, and pulls me into a dark room with a over-hanging light. He tosses me on a chilly, cold table, and the doctor crowd around. I do everything I can, kick, thrash, scream, cry, bribe, and cry, but they continue to hold me down.

"Mel, don't be scared." A familiar voice. Dr. Fitz. He pushes the doctors aside, and smiles deeply.

"No... I trusted you." I mutter. My sight is blurred from tears and my throat aches. My head throbs.

"You still can trust me. You see, I knew you were seeing things, dear. Never lie to a doctor, Mel. Anyway, I took some blood test, repeatedly, and I discovered, that you are extremely special." Me? Special? "You are amazing, your cells are extraordinary, your genes, blood, everything is just... Breathtaking. And we want that. So, we are going to do some test, that will cause severe pain. Even death. But, you could save the world. You, Melanie, can change the future." And with a sly smile, he draws out a large needle, filled with a clear liquid with a blue shade, and walks closer.

"No... No! Stop! I don't want too! STOP!" I cry. But he doesn't. He inserts the needle in my arm, which I screech with pain, and pushes down the plunger. I watch the clear liquid enter. After a while of staring at the blazing spot light, I feel dizzy and woozy. I begin to come in and out of reality.

"Night-Night." He waves, grinning.

"Crazy... You're crazy..." And as I turn my head, I see the small presence of the glowing boy, crying, and everything blackens.