Poisoned Blood

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The doctor must have given me a sleep needle or something. I was paralyzed, but i was awake, alert, and somehow still felt the pain. I guess he got bored and let me go to sleep. I wake up. Pain everywhere. My arms hurt. My head hurts, my legs hurt. My hips hurt. My abdomen hurt. What has he done to me? I can move a little, but I think the paralyzing needle hasn't totally worn off yet because my body feels limp and slightly tingly. I'm sweating and hurting. My eyes are watery and burning. I'm in pain. I'm suffering. I lift my arm and look at it.
"AAAAAH!" I scream. There's tons and tons of needle marks and scars from my arms being cut open, and more painful bruises. He cut me everywhere I'm sure. Everything hurts. I can't stand the pain. There's tears from my eyes, but I'm trying so hard to stop my watery eyes because my eyes are burning so bad. The pain is terrible and severe. I can barely move, I can only cry. I weakly extend my arm and push the caller button. C'mon Claire, I REALLY need you this time. You gotta be able to do something, you've got to have something that can ease my pain. I wait. Few minutes gone by and she still isn't here. I don't know the time or day, I could've been asleep for hours or days, I don't know. I don't know what the doctor has done to me, I don't know if I'm even alive; but if I were dead, I wouldn't feel this pain. This is real. I hear someone at the door. Please please please let it be Claire and not the doctor... I hear them unlocking the door. It's Claire. She runs over to me.
"Carnee... I..." She said. All I can do is look at her and cry.  My throat is dry and sore. She carefully takes my arm and looks at it. There's only shock on her face. She looks like shes gonna bawl, but shes fighting it and doesn't. For my sake probably. She slowly puts my arm back down. She carefully takes my i.v. arm, there's a huge itching, sore red mark around the needle site.
"I'm... Sorry" she whispers, observing my wounds.
"Cl-aire, h-help me" I try to say. I was so sore I could barely talk, but I think she heard my words. I don't think she knows what to do. She just sorta looks at me. She rolls up my shirt, only exposing my belly. There's cut scares there too. She flips my shirt back down.
"Help me.. It hurts... pain.... " I whisper.
"I'll be right back, as quick as i can" She whispers and leaves the room. I hope shes getting medicine, there's got to be something she can do for me. She comes back with syrup and ointment. She puts ointment over the cut scars and bruises, then she makes me sit up and take a gross-tasting spoonful of pain relieving syrup.
"This is the best I can do for now" she said.
"Claire... Why?" I ask.
"I don't know. I'm sorry. I can't stop him" she said. "I failed you, I promised he wouldn't hurt you, but he did, severely, and I'm sorry" she continued. I look up at the ceiling, but I have a massive headache so I face back to her,
"It's not your fault" I respond, my voice quiet and forgiving, for her. I wish Dr. Jonson was dead. She picks up and holds my hand with a really light, gentle grip.
"Carnee, I'm going to try to get you out of here" Claire said.
"How?" I ask.
"I don't know yet. But somehow" she said. The pain starts to ease, but I still hurt a lot. I feel so... dead. This is a living hell.
"I'd rather be dead than be stuck here" I say so quiet that I can barely even hear myself say that. She doesn't respond. She probably doesn't know what to say.
"I might have a plan to get out, I don't know if its gonna work, but it's worth a try" she said.
"Whatever, I just want to get out of here" I said. She looks at the wall and pulls on her hair a bit. Nervousness or something I guess.
"I guess we can try it tomorrow. Here's what we are gonna do, I'll change my clothes, and put a breath mask on so no one will identify me as well. I'm going to disguise you in a hospital gown and mask. I'll pretend you are a regular patient. Wheelchair you downstairs and take you outside, and drive you home. If we happen to approach doctor Jonson, I will just fake my name as a different doctor saying your a regular patient and let us go. If we're caught, I don't know then. He hurts me, and he hurts you. Are you willing to take the risk?" She explained.
"I guess. It's worth a shot. But what about my medicine for the poison?" I ask.
"I guess I will bring medicine to you. I'm not quite sure. I guess if you want, I can stay at your house, to take care of you and things, if that's okay with you and your dad, but that's only a maybe. Are you up for it?" she asks.
"I guess" I say. Still sore and can't really think straight.
"We will wait till tomorrow, so you are more ready to do this. Obviously don't tell anyone what we are doing" she said.
"Why would I? And anyways, pretty much the only people I see is you and doctor Jonson. I get pretty lonely" I say. "I've been stuck in this hospital for weeks, being tortured and medicated and cared for, nothing much else" I say. "By the way, what day and time is it?" I ask.
"It's 9:22pm, Friday" She said.
"I know I can't really help at all, I know your hurting, but is there anything I can do for you?" She asked. I put my hands over my eyes.
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore" I say in frustration. Claire pats my shoulder. I just lay there. She sits there next to me.
"Do you want something to eat?" She asked.
"I'm really not in the mood to eat right now" I respond.
"Maybe you should sleep now. Your body needs time to heal. I know you're sore, but you will feel better in the morning, okay?" I take her advice, I try to sleep. I asked her to stay with me till I fell asleep, so I feel safe. I never feel safe here, but Claire makes it a little better. I finally fall asleep. I dream about getting out of the hospital, getting an antidote for the poison, and be free. But it's only a dream. I dream to be free.