Being Played With Killer Games

CHAPTER SIX

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"I am glad 'tis this night, you do not look on me, for I am much ashamed of my exchange."

-Brothers Grimm
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They dragged us up the stairs kicking and screaming. I had no idea what was coming but by the look of how bad the other girls were fighting back, they knew all to well. I noticed that some of them were hurt and had bandages covering some of their body parts. They didn't seem to do much good considering how dirty they were.

I'm not a doctor but I know enough about medical treatment to know you're supposed to keep any wounds clean so they don't get infected. I don't know where they held us but a lot of the girls seemed unstable which would either mean they have been through a great deal if trauma that their psyche can't handle or they were like that way before these tests began. Either way, I don't want to end up like any of these girls.

"Where are you taking us?" I asked.

No one answered like always. They directed us to a big white room with hospital beds and hospital equipment. There were women nurses on standby and each of them directed us to a hospital bed which most of us taught against.

They handcuffed both of our hands to the beds as they proceeded to hook wires up to us. Two over our hearts and two over our stomachs. They stabbed a needle in the crook of my arm and drawed a seirenge full of my blood.

"What's going on? What are they going to do to us?" I asked the female nurse.

She glanced up at me and I saw the familiar look of fear.

"Please. Just tell me."

"Shh. I'm not supposed to talk to you." She said in a small voice.

I looked away from her. If I had to fight then I had to save my energy for whatever is to come. Weather it be physical, mental, or straight up barberic tests, I had to be prepared. The women nurse's hair was blond and tied up in a tight bun. Her gloves hands shook as she averted her eyes from everyone, even Dr. Marks who was observing from a safe distance.

  There was something off about the Doctor, but I didn't know what it was exactly. His eyes seemed lifeless or glassy almost. He gave me a sinnical vibe when we talked one on one. I wasn't all that sure that what he was trying to accomplish was for the greater good.

The nurse lady came back with a couple wash rags in a metallic bowl and sat on a stool in front of the bed I was currently restrained to. She retrieved a clip bored from the desk beside the bed and clicked the pin.

"Do you have any allergies?" She asked.

"I thought you weren't allowed to speak to me?"

"Please, just answer the questions."

I sighed. "Bee stings."

She jotted it down.

"Have ever been diagnosed with any major illnesses?"

"Other than The Happening, no. I haven't."

"Are there any existing injuries we shoulf know about?"