To Forget

Chapter 3: Tell Me!

"TELL MEEEEE!" - Loki, Thor

That stupid guy with the needle knocked me out!
That is the first thought that comes to my mind as I awaken in a sterile, white hospital room. So clean, the room makes me uncomfortable. Its rather large, with a set of steel double doors on one end and large white walls closing in on each side. Two security cameras sit behind shining spherical mirrors on opposite corners of the room. They must, why else would they place random mirrors unless to cover something?

I sit up and feel a slight tug and pinch on my wrist. An IV. Clear liquid runs through a small tube into my body. I shiver. The thought of the needle in my arm and now the one in my wrist makes me feel extremely uncomfortable. Trying to sit up, I make an attempt to look out the two windows on the double doors. I barely lean forward an inch before I feel something tight pinning down my waist. They strapped me down.

My head fills with anger and frusteration. Why do they act so nice to me, but then refuse to answer my questions and trap me like this? I feel a deep headache beginning to form like a rock behind my eyebrows. Wincing at the pain, I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and hold my head.

"Excuse me miss would you like something for your headache?"

A different woman, no nurse I now realize, than the one with the red hair strolls in. She is shorter than me, with pale blond hair and green eyes. She can't be much older than 20, I think, my head burning with each thought.

"Not if it's through this IV," I manage to say.

The nurse laughs, "While that was just to help you sleep so if you would like I can remove it now."

I can't hide my large sigh of relief. "Thank you. But please tell me where I am and why I am strapped down." I try to sound as calm and contained as possible, remembering the terrible turnout after I last asked a question.

" Well," she breathes a long sigh. "I am not really the one to tell you this, but seeing how frustrated it made you last time... I might as well give you an answer- you are in the Greendale Hospital and you are here because you were in a terrible accident." Her head drops a little as she says this, but she quickly raises it in yet another attempt to remain professional.

Something is different about her- she's not as evasive as the other nurse, or the two men for that matter. Does she actually feel bad for me? Understand or feel my frustration? Or were they going to tell me this anyway as soon as they had me pinned down and drugged? I shake the thoughts from my head. It's too much.

Taking a small, round and red pill from the nurse that couldn't possibly be a large enough dosage to even numb my aching head, I place it gently in my mouth, proceeding to take a paper cup overflowing with water from her as well. The cold water runs down my chin and I messily wipe it with my sleeve, annoyed at the slightest dent in my dignity while I am trapped here. A scowl still stuck on my face, the nurse takes the cup away and tosses it.

I stare at the ground, trying to think of anything besides this wretched hospital. Suddenly, it hits me.

"Is anyone coming to visit me?" I pipe up, straining to sit up against my waist restraint.

The nurse flinches a bit, her back to me as she fiddles with something on the countertop that tests against the wall farthest from my bed. Correction: the bed I am being held captive in.

"I have not been informed of any requests to see you. After all, you were hospitalized quite recently." Her voice drips with discomfort. That professional mask is becoming harder for her to wear. She must be lying.

"I have friends." I blurt out, surely the confusion is obvious on my face. Where did that come from? "They love me. And my family. I have a family who loves me. They will come and see me!" I feel like an agitated two year old, still unsure of what I am saying but it believing it with every inch of my being.

"Tell me the TRUTH!" I yell at the stunned nurse.

"I can't!"

"Why?!"

"I am not permitted to. It is not my place." She calms herself down, slowly walking over to me.

"The head doctor will answer your questions later. But first you must recover. You are in no mental state to accept the truth, let alone comprehend it." What does she mean?

Puzzled, I do not notice her playing with my IV until it's too late. She may have detached the tube earlier, but the needle still sits, held to my skin with a wrapping of tape.

"Wait!" I scream, catching her off guard as she fiddles with the IV tube. She should be used to me yelling by now."Are you sure it's good for my body? I mean, it can't be healthy for you to keep knocking me out with injections." Did they knock me out before I woke up in that dark room? The idea shocks me as I wait for the reply of the nurse.

But she never answers, the medication is already coursing through my veins and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. My breathing slows as the world slowly, then all at once goes black.

So what do you guys think? What do you think is going to happen? Am I driving you crazy with these shorter cliffhanger chapters? I should be evil laughing over the torture I am putting my readers through but to be honest with you, I am excited for the next chapter too! But please I would LOVE some feedback! Tell
me if you think this chapter is too short and if you like the quote at the beginning :) I am mostly interested in your thoughts on the chapter length though lol :)