Poisoned Blood

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It was a lazy morning. Claire won't leave my side, only if I asked her to give me some space, but even then she is somewhere close by. Another morning with some unsatisfying food. I hate hospital food. It sucks! They won't give me anything tasty. I'm poisoned, I don't have high cholesterol, gosh. But sometimes Claire sneaks some junk food for me, cookies and potato chips sometimes. I didn't eat this morning. I didn't want what they were serving. All bran cereal, really? Why couldn't they give me fruit loops, or frosted flakes at least. I start drawing, Claire watches me. I draw some random people, sketches of regular, normal people, like what we used to be, normal and healthy. I start feeling sad, sad about my fate. What if this poison kills me... No one knows what could happen to me, or Claire. I'm so afraid. I shake my head and I continue to draw. I stop for a moment, I'm so tired I take a big stretch.
"Ow!" I yelp. I lift my shirt and the stitches on my abdomen came loose and started bleeding everywhere.
"Claire, help me!" I yell. She grabs a cloth and puts it on the wound. She runs into the hallway to get stitching supplies. Doctor Jonson stops her in the hallway.
"What are you up to?" He asked, holding her arm so she can't go anywhere.
"Nothing" She said in a frantic.
"Your in a hurry. What are you doing?" He asked sternly.
"Just getting some stuff from the other room," she said, trying to get away from his grip, but he's holding on pretty tight, his grip was so tight that her arm was bruising because of the poison. He lets her arm go and follows her to the next room. She grabs the stuff she needs, he watches to see what she took. I'm waiting in my room, crying in agony, the stitches are starting to loosen and open up the wound. Claire comes back and Doctor Jonson steps up behind her. I look past Claire and see doctor Jonson standing there. I give him a death glare. He just smiles. Claire's about to fix the wound, when Doctor Jonson pushes her away, and rips the stitches open. I scream and bleed. He pushes Claire onto the chair and straps her in by her wrists. He comes over to me and rips some skin and muscle out of the way and grabs one of my bottom right ribs, and snaps it out with brute force and drops the piece of bone on the floor. I scream in pain, and then have a really hard time breathing, struggling to take breaths. Every breath hurt. Claire screams to make him stop. I'm still screaming from the pain.  Doctor Jonson unties Claire's straps and leaves the room. He was covered in my blood, all over his hands, on his white doctors coat.
"Hold on Carnee!" She said and runs into the hall. She puts an oxygen mask over my face. I fell asleep. There must have been sleeping gas mixed with the oxygen. She puts the bone back together and stitches up my belly. Good thing she let me sleep. She wouldn't let me suffer. Dr. Jonson was lying when he said that sleeping gas or injections would activate the poison. He didn't put me to sleep so I could feel pain.
  When I wake, I still have an oxygen mask on my face, so I can breathe easier without the pain of my rib making it hurt every breath. I wish Doctor Jonson was dead. He deserves to suffer like I am. He's torturing me and Claire and he feels no guilt, only pleasure. He's a madman. He doesn't care about my health, he doesn't care about putting me in pain, he doesn't care that he's tearing me apart. He has fun while he hurts me. He has no regrets. He's a person who should be locked away for the rest of his life, away from the rest of society.
  There's clean bed sheets on my bed, I bled all over the last ones. I'm also wearing a clean gown now. Claire's next to me, shes sleeping in the chair. I don't blame her. She must be exhausted. I look at my phone. 6:48 am. That's early. I carefully yawn, so I don't hurt my rib. I look at Claire, she seems so peaceful when shes sleeping. Seems she almost never gets any sleep, shes got very dark circles under her eyes. Shes always looking out for me, she probably sleeps in the chair while I sleep.  She doesn't trust Doctor Jonson one bit, obviously, so shes always next to me. She normally seems to wake up before me in the mornings. She doesn't sleep so she can take care of me. I draw. I draw doctor Jonson with fire in his eyes, and devil horns on his head. He's evil. I wish someone would just kill him and get me and Claire out of this horrible place.
  I haven't seen dad for weeks. I bet he's worried. Sometimes I wish he would come to the rescue and save me, but he has no idea what they are doing to me. He knows that they are hurting me, but he doesn't know that they are torturing me like this.  I wish I could see him, but I don't want Doctor Jonson to hurt him, and I don't want him to see me like this. It's for his own good that he doesn't see me I think. He'd be so worried and so mad at the doctors for doing this to me. He would do anything to get me out of here. I miss him, and I bet he misses me too, but there's nothing I can do now. Claire wakes up and rubs her eyes.
"Sorry about that" she said.
"What?" I ask.
"I was sleeping" she said.
"That's fine. It looks like you need the sleep, you're tired, I can tell" I say. She sure does. She's sleep deprived. I should get more sleep too, but I've been too afraid and in too much pain to sleep soundly. But what we really need, is to get out of this hospital alive... Get the cure for the poison... And live.