Imprisoned ON HOLD

Hopitals Again?

Everything went away in a dark foreboding cloud of black. It took over my sight like fog. Brenda, the hospital, and everything was gone.

Thomas appeared in my dreaming head again. This time he said something, "Wicked is good. Wicked is good..." He kept repeating this sentence with out ceasing while those words soon became a buzz in my mind.

Then it was gone again.

Everything retreated to the black unknown. I was left alone to myself and that one sentence. "Wicked is good."

...

"Ellie! Ellie, wake up!" Someone was talking to me. But it wasn't my imagination this time.

I slightly moved in my bed. Wait. Bed?

My eyes immediately opened. The light above me made my vision blotted, but I tried my best to look around. I spotted Newt sitting next to my hospital bed with his head in his hands.

He saw that I had moved, and he looked relieved. A grin spreaded across his face. "Wow. You probably have the record of being in the hospital the most."

"Do... do you know what happened?" I managed to ask.

"I saw you walk through the hospital because I was up early this morning... and... when I came to check on why you were here, you were passed out on the floor. Brenda and I carried you in here, and it seems like you're fine now."

"Why were you up so early?" I inquired.

"Just... business... I had to deal with." He said suspiciously. But before I could ask, he continued. "Well, I have to go because Alby wants me to help him with something. I thought that for the rest of the day you could help Clint out in the hospital to see what it's like. See you around, El."

"Wait! Potato, stop." I laughed at the name I had given him. He raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'May I help you?'

"I wanted to ask you about the jobs thing. I think it's a good idea to switch around and see what everyone's jobs are... but I've been meaning to ask you about the runners..."

"The runners? Mate, why would you want to know about the runners? They have the most risky job in the Glade." He sat back down on his chair, a little agitated.

"I want to help out. Find a way out of this... pri- err.. Glade."

"You can help by staying here and staying out of trouble. You won't be able to go out there. It's dangerous!" He walked out of the room shaking his head.

Yikes... That didn't go as planned...

I sat up and jumped out of my bed. I started stretching my legs when Clint peaked his head in. "Knock, knock?" He said quietly. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure." I said as I sat back on my bed swinging my legs back and forth.

"What was Newt doing in here?" Clint asked as he took he put his hand on my forehead to test my temperature.

"Mmm... Just checkin on me, I guess" I answered slowly. "He said I would be helping you out in the hospital today, is that right?" I said trying to change the subject.

"Yup." Clint popped the 'p.'

So we went around to different patients and I was Clints assistant that handed him certain tools and studied how he dealt with the patients. I actually enjoyed helping people.

One time we were walking down a hall and I heard someone scream in a room. I asked Clint what was wrong but he ignored me. The screams were haunting, and they made me wonder why the owner was in so much pain.

At the end of the day, I sleepily walked to my post in the garden and didn't even bother to talk to Chuck who was asking me questions about the new girl and where I was all day. I just lied down and drifted off.

That night, those screams haunted my dreams. And when I woke up, I resolved to investigate the answer.