A SPECIAL GIRL

The extract

I woke up, with the worst headache, and then I remembered what happened. I tried to move, but my hands, feet and neck was strapped down into a bed. But I wasn't in a bedroom. It was more like an experimental-room. It was filled with cabinets with all sort of experimental things in them. In the middle of the room, the bed I was laying in stood. At the end of the room there was a glass-door. I tried to get out, but it was of no use. I looked around, but there was no one there. Then the glass-door opened, and two people came. I hurried to close my eyes, so it looked like I was still asleep.
"I'm telling you, she will die if we take all her blood and bone marrow at the same time" a women said. "I'm fine with that. Her friends are properly already on the way over here, but when they find her, she will already be dead. We need to begin the extraction now" a man said. I could recognize the voice. It was Janson. I opened my eyes. Him and a female doctor stood beside me. "Good, you're awake" Janson said. He smiled evil to me. "You may begin now Doctor. And no sedation is needed" Janson continued. The doctor was about to protest, but Janson gave her a look, that made her not. He left, and now it was only the doctor and me. She gathered some stuff for the cabinets. There were needles, bottles, syringes, and a drill. I was scared, and then I remembered what they had mentioned; blood and bone marrow. I tried again to get out, still of no use. I shred a few tears. I was sad and afraid. Not of the pain, but of not seeing Newt again. It broke my heart. I was never going to see his warming smile anymore. Or look into his beautiful, deep, brown eyes anymore. More tears came. Then the doctor came over to me, with a table by her side, with all the things she had just gathered. "No sedation needed" I remembered Janson saying. This was going to hurt like hell. She first took about 1 liter of blood, and then the painful part came. She took the drill, and started to drill in my right leg. I screamed in agony, but she didn't stop. She extracted the bone arrow, and then she drilled in my left leg. I screamed again, hoping it would stop, but it didn't, it just kept hurting. It felt like hours with pain in my legs. Then it stopped, and the doctor then took more blood from me. I felt weaker and weaker. I had stopped fighting a long time ago. I didn't have the strength. "Please, stop" I said quiet, but the female doctor just ignored me. She took out the drill again, and moved it towards my left arm. Then she started again. I almost couldn't scream anymore. It felt like someone was breaking all the bones in my body over and over again. More hours went by. I grew dizzier and weaker. I felt like I wasn't even strong enough to breath. She drilled in both my arms, and continued to my back. It just kept going and going and going. It felt like days passed by, even though it wasn't. My eyes wanted to close, but I tried not to. I thought of Newt, prepared to die now.
Then suddenly I heard screams and voices from outside the room I was in. I tried to move, but just moving a inch, hurted everywhere. The female doctor looked worried at the door, and went over to lock it, and the hurried back to me. She took the needle and said "thank you for dying to save us". She put the needle in my vein, and began to take even more blood. My vision got blurry, and I almost couldn't stay awake anymore. This was it. This was the end. Then I heard glass break, and saw 3 figures running into the room I was in. I couldn't see any faces. My breathing got slower. I looked over at the doctor, who had been knocked out by one of the figures. I tried to see who it was, when the figures came closer to me. "We have to hurry. We're losing her" a voice said. I looked up on the face who had said it. Thomas face appeared. Then I looked at the next. It was Minho. The two of them were untiring me. The third person was standing beside me, and it looked like the person was crying. "I told you I'd find you" the person said. I was Newt. I would jump into his arms, but I grew dizzier and more tired. "Just hang in there love. We will get you out of here. Just stay with me" Newt said. Thomas and Minho was done untiring me. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. My eyes began to flicker. "No y/n. Just stay with me" Newt said while carefully lifting me up. He carried me in bridal style. It reminded me of the first time we met. I felt his arms around me, holding me, protecting me. My eyes couldn't stay open much longer. I looked at the floor, and saw all the blood dripping from me. I looked at Newts hands, he also had my blood on his hands. I looked up at him, happy to be with him one last time. Everything was okay now. I could die in his arms. And then my eyes closed.