Kidnapped

Back at the hospital

  I was so mad at the others that I wanted to stab them and then see how they liked it. Lions are awesome! Why did they have to kill them! Mine wasn’t even attacking me, because apparently I’m the only right-minded person! God!
          I wanted to bury the lions and say a few words but Kayla and Liam dragged me away. They were frustrating people. We walked for a while until Jean, Gage, and Raven’s jeep showed up down the road and they drove up to us. Kayla was holding her arm like crazy.
          “Where did you go?” Kayla asked through grinded teeth.
          “Away from the man eating animals,” Jean said, smiling. Then he looked up and frowned. “Holy crap, did you kill them?”
          “Yep,” Kayla said, proud.
          “You are a disgrace.” I shook my head.
          She rolled her eyes.
          “You guys are going to get in trouble with the African police people,” Gage said. He hadn’t talked at all recently.
          “No, not me,” I said. “Just Kayla and Liam.”
          “Oh, come on! Do you see any police around here?” Kayla sighed. “Just out of curiosity.”
          “Um…. Good point,” Gage said, looking down.
          “So, are you guys going to take me to a hospital or what?” Kayla asked. “Because if I don’t go soon I’m pretty sure my arm’s going to have to be cut off.”
          “Not it!” I yelled. “You should just get Stiles to do it.”
          Kayla smiled a little. “Okay, I’m not Derek.”
          “I wish I was,” I sighed. “God he is soo…..” I looked at Liam. “oooo….. I’m gonna shut up now.”
          Liam nodded.
          “Okay, fine,” Raven said, confused by our conversation, “We’ll take you to a hospital, because you need that arm for our next activites.”
          “Ugggg,” We all groaned.
          The drive was about ten minutes. We actually reached some real civilization. I was glad. There were cars and not starving people.
          “Hey!” I yelled at…. Everyone as we stepped into the hospital. “Do you guys realize that there is a starving village ten minutes away? Get off your lazy butts and go DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!”
          “Simmer down,” Kayla said, putting her good hand on my shoulder.
          “Grrrr,” I hissed.
          We walked into the surprisingly air conditioned (which I enjoyed greatly) and clean hospital.
          “Kayla, you are kind of dripping blood,” Liam said.
          “Really? Thanks, I hadn’t noticed,” She said. She looked in pain.
          “Hi,” Jean said to the African-American lady at the front desk. “We have a…..situation. This girl kind of hurt her arm and needs a little help.”
          The lady leaned over the desk and her eyes widened when she saw Kayla’s arm. “Oh, my! How did this happen, exactly?”
          “Oh, I was attacked by”-
          “The stairs!” Jean said, laughing. “Yeah, she likes to say she was attacked by the stairs when she falls down them.”
          “I don’t think her arm would look like this after falling down the stairs….” The lady said.
          “Come on, we have an emergency here!” Raven said. “Does it really matter how it happened?”
          “Well….”
          “I’M DYING!” Kayla screamed.
          “Okay, okay,” The lady said. She picked up her phone. “Doctor Drake Ramoray, to the front desk please.”
          “Drake Ramoray?” Liam said, raising his eyebrow. “From Friends?”
          “I love that show!” I said, smiling.
          The front desk woman raised her eyebrow. “Welcome to my life,” Kayla said, sighing.
 
 
 
          The doctor took me into a room and began to do very painful things to my arm. Liam, Marisa, and Harry all sat in the corner watching. Well, Marisa watched at first but then she closed her eyes.
          First he “cleaned it out.” Now, let’s just say that THAT hurt like hell and I swore and screamed the whole time that he did. Then, he had to “maintain” it. That meant that he had to wipe off all the blood to see how deep it was. When he touched it with the cloth it killed and when I looked down to see a green-ish, deep cut I almost passed out.
          After I almost passed out the doctor was afraid that I was going into freaking shock, and I really wanted to tell him that after everything I was NOT going to go into shock from getting a cut. But still, he made me stay still while he put some needle thing in my arm.
          After that, he gave me stitches. I had to have thirty-two. That wasn’t too bad, but it took a while and was really boring and annoying.
          When he was does my cut looked a lot better but I was mad as crap. I stared at the doctor with annoyance and I really wanted to slap him. I got that he was just helping me and whatever but did he have to cause me so much PAIN?
          Harry had to come over and calm me down so that I didn’t hurt the doctor.
          We walked out of the room, me still pissed, and met a grinning Jean and Raven. “Was that fun?” Jean asked.
          I growled at him, “Not in the mood.”
          We walked outside and got back into the car. “You never said if it was fun or not,” Jean said.
          “Shut the frick up.”
          “Nah.”
          “Frick. That’s a funny word,” Marisa whispered.
          “I think I know what your next challenge will be.” Jean laughed, “Or maybe instead of challenging you guys I’ll just whip ya’ll to death.”
          I flinched. Jean was purposely trying to make me want to kill him. The idea of getting whipped again made me want to cry, and the idea of watching Harry, Marisa, and Liam get whipped again made me want to bite Jeans head off and throw it to the alligators.
          I sighed. “But that wouldn’t be entertaining enough for you, would it?”
          “I think that it would,” Marisa whispered, not helping.
          “Yeah, it would,” Jean said. “Hearing ya’ll scream and seeing yo raw, bloody skin would be amazing. I never got to see you after you got whipped.”
          “Kayla, just let it go,” Harry whispered to me.
          I let it go.
          We got back to the house. Marisa called DIBS on the bed and fell asleep instantly.  Liam fell to the ground and was snoring in secs, Harry and I went onto the left wall and I fell asleep on his arm.
          When I woke up the first thing that I saw was Jean’s red hair as he attempted to strangle Harry. Gage was doing the same to Marisa.
          Liam and I jumped up, screaming. “WHAT THE FRICK!? LET THEM GO!”
          “This is the next challenge,” Raven said, grinning.