Poisoned Blood

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Claire fell back asleep. I just lied there, just trying to relax, even with the pains pretty much everywhere, my skin is flushed and pale. Whatever, I try to ignore it, it's not easy, but I have to try.  I didn't do much that morning. Claire woke up and stayed up. Claire still won't leave my side, unless I need something. I like it when shes there, makes me feel safe. Though I wish I had a bit more time alone, but oh well, she's making sure I'm safe. I kinda wonder how dad's doing. I haven't heard from him in weeks, I still miss him. I hate having my phone deactivated. I don't know whats going on in the outside world. Can't use internet, can't call or text. It's stupid. The only thing I can pretty much do with my phone is play apps and take pictures. Take pictures...  Maybe I should take pictures of my injuries, so if I get out of here, we can show the cops and get Doctor Jonson arrested or something. Claire went to go get breakfast for me and her. Seems doctor Jonson won't let her leave the hospital either. I take pictures of the cast on my arm, a picture of the i.v. stuck in my arm. I take a picture of my pale face, with dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I certainly don't look healthy. I take pictures of the huge, black bruises on my arms and legs, take pictures of the scar stitching down my tummy. That scar looks odd, like it's getting infected or something, its all red around it. Maybe I'll ask Claire about it when she comes back. I take a look at the pictures to make sure they didn't go blurry or cut off. Claire comes in with two trays. I put my phone down. She sets a tray on my lap and the other on her lap when she sits down. We both get BLTs and peach juice. But Claire has a coffee instead of the juice. I bite into my sandwich.
"How is it?" Claire asked.
"It's okay, but it's not the best" I say, taking another bite.
"Hospital food isn't very good, I know. But that's all we get. I'm stuck in this stupid hospital too you know" she said, sipping her coffee. I nod.
"I'm a good cook. I wish I could cook my own meals here, using their kitchen, but they won't let me, and I'm stuck eating this horrible food they make" she said.
"If you were allowed to cook for yourself, I would ask if you could cook for me too" I joke, giggling a little.
"I would if I could darling" she said. I finished breakfast before her. I normally like to eat, but not when it comes to this stuff. I have fast metabolism, I'm really skinny. I feel like I'm gaining weight though, since I've been stuck in this hospital bed. I hate being stuck here. I like to do things, I like to go for walks, I like to do sports, stuff like that, but instead, I'm stuck here. I would kill to see daylight. They blocked the windows in my room. I hate that. I miss dad, I miss my friends. It's noon now. I'm just resting. I notice Claire is reading the newspaper.
"Can I read that after your done?" I ask. She looks up and smiles.
"Sure, missing the media, huh?" She said.
"No, not really, I'm bored" I say. She reads a few more minutes then hands the paper to me. Doctor Jonson come in. I drop the paper and it slips onto the floor. I freeze. He slowly walks towards me like he always does. Suddenly the door flies open.
Its Dad! Doctor Jonson runs beside me holding a needle full of oddly colored liquid. Dad holds out a gun pointed at Doctor Jonson head.
"Mr Campbell, if you try to kill me, I'll inject your daughter with this lethal liquid, which will kill her instantly" he said. I shudder.
"DAD!" I scream, my heart thumping hard against my rib cage.  Dad just stands there staring. I'm shivering. I'm freaking out by the view of the killer needle. Dad points the gun even closer at the doctor, he holds the needle closer to me. Claire's standing in the corner freaking out. I lay still as a brick.
"I've called the cops. You better stay still" Dad said. Doctor Jonson puts the needle point right against my skin. I'm shivering and freaking out. A tear runs down my cheek, in fright. I don't want to die! My heart is thumping, the needle is still against my skin. I want to move away, but if I do, he would probably jab the needle into my arm. I look at Dad, he's still holding the gun out.
"Security!" The doctor yells.
Dad shoots the gun, Doctor Jonson jumps to the side, out of the way. The bullet hits the wall. I jump. Sitting up in my bed. Claire in the corner in horror with shock on her face. Dad steps a little closer. Doctor Jonson steps beside me, still holding out the needle. Dad shoots the doctor in the leg, he drops the needle. Claire runs and picks it up. Doctor Jonson limps out of the room. Dad puts the gun in his pocket and walks over. I'm still shocked with terror. He's about to pick me up, the evil surgeons barge through the door and tackle dad to the floor. They drag him out of the room.
"Daddy!!!" I cry out. He pulls out the gun and tries to shoot one of them, the gun is empty. He only had one last bullet loaded. He sticks it back in his pocket and they throw him out of the hospital. He drives to a nearby parking lot and waits. Claire empties the needle into a bio-hazard container and throws the needle inside it. I wonder why there was a container like that in my room, huh, whatever. Claire runs over and hugs me. I'm still shocked and shaking, breathing deeply and my pulse still a little high. Claire holds me tight. I wonder what happened to Doctor Jonson. I hope he's dead. I hope he dies of blood loss. That's what he deserves. I just sit there, with Claire next to me. Dad was waiting for the cops to come, but he went home. They never showed up.