ROOM 211

PART EIGHTEEN

22.

A bright white light shines down while the surrounding area is surrounded in darkness. A lady lays strapped to a surgical bed. Brown leather straps buckled located at each of her wrists and just above each of her ankles. Another restraint, thicker than any of the other four, holds her head steady by strapping around the bulk of her neck.

The contents of an intravenous drip are being dispensed into her arm via the inside of her left arm elbow joint. Two people approach, one on the left to check on that intravenous drip and another on the right side to do something else.

The person checking the intravenous drip is a middle-aged woman dressed in a long while jacket closed over and buttoned up, she places a clipboard on a nearby table before pushing up her gold circular rimmed glasses back up along her nose, she has dark hair tied up in a bun at the top and rear of her head. Once the drip is adjusted, she moves away then makes a note on her clip board before the second person arrives to the right side of the surgical table.

This second person is male. He has come to her like this before and when she gets an opportunity to reflect on this occurrence, she is sure she knows this man but for the life of her she will not be able to remember just who he is, not in her current condition even with what is returning to her. Thing is, she may not even remember exactly who he is at the moment this is occurring, or more so be aware of what is happening. He is about to inject the contents of a syringe into her right arm and the sight of the syringe instantly sends her into panic.

Again, when she gets a moment to reflect, she is sure she knows on some level what is occurring at the time it is occurring but in the moment of reflection it is a definite struggle to recall just exactly what it is. If she could remember within that actual moment then maybe there would be no need for restraint, but the restraints were there. The reason to fear the moment could have been a justifiable one.

What is occurring is cause for fear whether or not there is much recall at the time of the event or since. If it is being done to her against her will, then this is why there is panic. Her panic, however, does nothing, can do nothing to alter what is happening, what had happened. There probably was a willingness at some point.

In her moment of reflection, she tries to remember his face, but it is not coming, it may even come to the point that if she were to actually see his face in any moment from here on in, she might not even then be able to place the face with the moment she is remembering. This too, so it should be said, is an actual moment and not some kind of dream that feels real.

The full contents of the syringe are injected, and the panic grows for what has been injected is so much more than any kind of saline substance. What is injected in her begins to gather, begins to move, what is in her is ... alive. She feels it gather beneath her skin, she feels it move and she screams out loud, screams not so much out of pain but out of fear. Why is this happening? Why her?

Her scream wakens her, or at least wakes her from the dreaming memory of this incident and in turn causes a recurrence of her scream. Her body is rocking a little from side to side and an unfamiliar male voice speaks to her, 'are you alright Miss?'

What is this? Where is she? In the back of a vehicle ... a taxi perhaps, and she has no idea as to how she has come to be here, wherever here is. Before she can reply to the question asked of her or even think about replying to the question, she verbally lets out the pangs of pain as she is hit with the most almighty of headaches. She places both of her hands to either side of her head, this and the sight of a nosebleed prompts another question.

'Miss, do you need a doctor? I can always take you to the hospital.'

A panic returns and out of some sort of instinct she replies 'oh no, please. I am fine or at least I will be.'