The Deadly Four

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Crash!

“Dude, would you stop playing with the medical crap?  If she wakes up before we can get out, it’s gonna be hell trying to get out without the cops being notified.”

“Sorry Zack, but I’ve never played Doctor before.  It’s pretty fun.”  Another voice said.

“It’s fun for you because you just drugged all the people at this hospital!”  Another voice grumbled. 

“Hey man, the deal was that you got to drug the people while I checked out the morgue, remember?”

“Well you two stop bickering!”  Growled a new voice, “If she wakes up how the hell are we going to explain this to her?” 

“I doubt she’s gonna wake up with the amount of drugs we injected into her.”  Someone mumbled.

I had to hold back the groan that was threatening to spill from my lips.  My head unbelievably numb and I felt like I was flying.  Was this how it felt like to be high?  Where was I?  The last thing I remembered was bumping my head on the tree while escaping from the senior prank.  I was at the hospital now, but why where there all these voice in here?  Unless I was going crazy and imagining all these voices in my head, there had to be something wrong.  And did someone just say that they drugged all the people here?  I thought back to the number of voices I heard.  Four.  It couldn’t be them, could it?  No, I was probably just imaging it all.  I kept my eyes closed and waited to see if I could hear anything else. 

A door opened and I heard footsteps before the door closed once more. 

I waited another minute before cautiously opening my eyes.  My vision was blurry at first, but I blinked a few times in order to see normal again.  I felt dizzy and weird.  I tried to sit up but something on my arm was making it impossible to sit up right.  I looked to my left arm and noticed an IV sticking out of it.  I instantly felt faint again.

I absolutely loathed needles.  There was this time junior year where I thought I was strong enough to donate blood.  Big mistake.  The second the needle came out, I went and fainted.  I was pretty much the laughing stock of the whole school that year.  After that I refused to even see a needle. 

Seeing one poking out of my arm was causing me to hyperventilate.  I went to jerk it out of my arm but a hand stopped me.

I almost screamed in surprise.  

Looking up my eyes met a dark grey pair of eyes.  He had a surgical mask over the bottom part of his face so I couldn’t see what he looked like.  He was wearing a lab coat and had a clipboard in his hands. 

“Hello Miss, glad to see you’re finally awake.”  His voice was nice and deep, almost soothing.  “I’m Doctor Jones, and I’m going to ask you a few questions to see how your concussion is doing, okay?”

I blankly nodded. 

“You’re name?”  He asked.

“Lena Winters” I mumbled.  He scribbled something on his paper before asking another question.

“Age?” 

“18.” I answered. 

“Parents name?” 

I frowned.  “What does that have to do with my concussion?  Didn’t you already contact them anyway to come pick me up?”

The Doctor looked up at my face for a minute, frowned, and then looked away quickly. 

“We just need to see how much you remember, Miss. Winters.”  He spoke in his calm voice once more. 

“Emily and James Winters.”  I said.  “How bad is my concussion?  Can I call my parents, if you haven’t called them already?”