Black as Day (ON HIATUS)

Chapter Seven- Tick Tock, Your Heart will Stop

Loads of thanks go out to @Beautiful_Music who created the amazing new cover, and the one in the media box!!!!

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The nurse came in soon after the mysterious boy and girl had left. She smiled down at me.

"Shira, we're going to have to take you to an operating room now, okay?" she said in a high pitched preppy voice. I stared at her. It's not like I could really do anything else. She kept smiling as she reached over and grabbed the top of my bed. Wheeling me out of the room, we passed though empty hallways. As we turned a corner, another gurney passed us. I saw a flash of the persons face as they were wheeled past. It was Jay.

I tried my very hardest to move, straining against the invisible bonds. It was Jay! He got out! But how? The last I knew of him he had a broken arm and he was being dragged away, presumably to a cell like I had been. Jay moved out of my sight and I grew more worried. He wasn't moving at all. He looked deathly pale. Was he even alive?

The nurse was apparently looking the same way I was, because she let out a long sigh.

"Tragic, ain't it? Such potential in such a young man." This didn't help to decrease my panic. Was Jay alright?

I was wheeled into a room that said surgery on the door.

"I'll get the doctor now, so I'll be back in a sec. Okay?" The nurse brightly said. If I could scowl, I would have. This nurse was way too happy, and she said 'okay?' too much. She smiled at me again and left the room.

I was getting real tired of staring at the ceiling by the time the doctor showed up. Unlike the nurse, he was quite serious as he stared down at his clipboard.

"I'm Doctor Brown. I will be preforming your surgery today." He said in a monotone voice. "You've received a little more than a scrape on your ankle. The nerve endings in your Achilles heel have been torn off at the end. Your left palm is deeply infected and you're lucky you only have surface lacerations from the barbed wire."

I felt a twinge of surprise. I didn't know I'd been hurt that badly. I went to ask a question but forgotten I was in stasis. My frustration levels only increased after that. Just let me freaking talk already!

"We've taken you out of stasis now, but we've had to put you on heavy anesthetics and painkillers. You won't feel anything, but you might feel some side effects."

Doctor Brown leaned over and stuck the needle into my neck. A burning hot feeling rushed into my veins. I expected for it for fade, but the feeling only increased. It began to feel uncomfortably hot.

"Doctor Brown," I said, trying to get his attention, but he was concentrating on my ankle. He look up at me, worried.

"You've sprained this quiet badly, miss. I'm afraid you won't be running for a while," He said, then stood up and walked out of the room. Nurses started to surround me, and I lifted my arms to swat them away. There began to be more, and more of them, and in the meanwhile I was screaming at them to leave me alone. They didn't respond in any way, they picked me up and took me out of the room.

I struggled against them. They were hurting me! Make them stop, mommy. I shook my head. Where did that thought come from? People began to come out of rooms, gathering along the hall that I was being carried down. The nurses lifted me above their heads, pushing and shoving through the crowd. The people down below were shouting things at me, angry fists raised. They began to jump at me, fights broke out, and yet the nurses still carried me relentlessly.

One little girl climbed up the nurses back who was carrying my feet. She looked happy, but the words coming out of her mouth were angry and accusing.