Locked In [COMPLETED]

Dreams

    I Forced my heavy eyes to flutter open when I heard my name.

    "Samantha, dear?" A dark silhouette standing in my bedroom door frame. "Did you sleep well?"

   I groaned and pulled my hand up to my throbbing head. "Kinda" I replied sounding like I had been screaming at the top of my lungs for hours.

   "That's good hunny..." The voice became disoriented and demonic sounding. I sat up and blinked the silhouette had dropped to the floor and started to crawl across the floor quickly approaching my bed. I panicked and screamed. The creature was now over top of me, looking up at it I was horrified by the fact that it had no face and gurgles escaped it's throat with every breath.

  "SAMANTHA!!" it screamed in my face.

   I jumped out of my sleep realizing that I had been put into the medical ward. There was a nurse sitting next to me, she looked very concerned.
   "Are you ok?" She asked, her posture was Petite, she had on a very off-white lab coat and she wore her black hair in a tight bun.

     "Yeah... I just had a bad dream..." I croaked.

    She lightly pressed the back of her hand on my forehead obviously checking my temperature.
     "You're burning up.." she said before she walked over to the cabinets across the room and pulled out an IV bag and a tube to feed the translucent liquid into my body.
  
   "What's that for?" I asked with sheer terror in my voice

     " You are dehydrated and we cant lose another sub - " she stopped mid sentence.

   "Sub?" I asked curiously as she hung up the IV bag and fed the lines through the loops on the hanger.
  She ignored me fiddling with the sharp needle
  
    "This is gonna pinch a little, try taking a deep breath" she said as she lowered the sharp needle to my arm.
  
   "Fuck." I muttered under my breath because it had felt as if somebody bruised my arm.

   "The guard was too rough and he damaged your cerebral cortex, we sedated you for a while. And did some brain surgery." She said as she paced back and forth with a note pad just like Chris's.
    Her name tag was dangling off it's pin and her lab coats pocket was torn in the seam.

   "You did what?!?!?!" I yelled out in Horror
 
   The woman looked shocked and offended. The walked over to me and took my hand.

   "It was either surgery or death, hunny." She said with a comforting, soothing voice.

   Tears started to well up in my eyes and my nose stung. I hesitantly let a few tears slide down my cheek
    Just play the empathy card , they will let me go.