Chapter: 2

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"It was about five days ago..."

I woke up in this room, like a cell but I knew I wasn't in jail. I was laying on the floor, I looked around and saw a door, I attempted to get up but I was in so much pain that was coming from my right leg which made it extremely difficult to stand or even crawl...

I roll up my right pant leg to show her my upper calf wrapped in a white gauze with blood seeping through the fabric.

"Jesus Christ, Santana."

I had managed to crawl enough so I could sit up with my back against the wall. I didn't have much perception time because there were no windows in the room. It was cold. So cold.

At this point I wasn't even looking at Brittany, I was lost in my own thoughts from that day.

Several hours -or what felt like hours- later a man opened the door. He looked terrifying, not like he had a tattoo on his face or anything. He just gave off a bad vibe. I was utterly scared for my life. He was talking on the phone, I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about. He hung up the phone and approached me slowly, I tried to get back into the furthest wall but even then I still felt doomed. He bent down, grabbed my right ankle and twisted it towards him so he could get a better look at my wound making me whimper in pain. He released it and pushed it back.

"That's what you get for trying to run away." He looked at me, but it feels as if his eyes go right through me, like I wasn't even there, "Hey!"

He beckons another man into the room. The man slowly walks into the room with his hands suspended in the air showing that he was in armed, but he carried a white box in his left hand.

"Is this her David?"

"Yeah, can you address it Doctor Liam?" He spoke with a concerned tone and look in his face, almost as if he cared.

"Yes." He bent down and twisted my ankle which made me wince.

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour and I expect the wound to be cleaned and healing."

"Yes, David."

David slowly made his way out the door, but stopping at the entrance and glancing at me and Doctor Liam then he was gone.

Liam was now pulling out items from his medical bag, a suture, a needle, gauze, a syringe, and alcohol prep pads.

"Okay, what's your name?" He asked very nonchalantly as he started putting on bright teal gloves.

"Santana." I answer, my voice shaking making it obvious that I was scared beyond comprehension.

"That's a pretty name, Okay Santana, you need to relax, I'm going to put you to sleep so you don't feel any pain."

I nod in response, unable to put words together. With that, he slowly inserted the needle into my left arm rushing the liquid into veins making my vision quickly blur.

"Santana, are you okay?" She had a worried look on her face, I had completely forgotten I was even telling her this, I turned to her with tears streaming down my face, didn't realize I was crying either.

"I'm fine, Thank you."

"Okay, well, carry on." She says adjusting herself in her seat.

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