Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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I wake up in my room again with a splitting headache. I'm strapped down to the metal table again. I moan. I have bandages on my hands, from the acid that burned the skin away. I look over at the screen, Dad's sleeping, he has bandages around his knee with a big metal brace on his leg. I hope the wound isn't too serious.
  I look around. The room still looks the same, but the bodies of the dogs are gone. I miss them, though I'm glad I don't have to smell the stench of their rotting bodies.  
  I sigh, realizing that we didn't get out, I wish we had.
   I wish Dad and I could get out of here. We've tried and tried. It's no use. I have no hope left. I'm scared and sore, and I'm getting hungry. I miss Mom, I miss Claire, I miss my dogs. I miss Dad, at least I can see him on the screen, but it's not the same. I wish he was in here in my room with me at least, but Dr. Saw is probably letting us feel more alone and more pained when being away from each other. Dad's still sleeping, he doesn't seem peaceful, like he normally does when he's sleeping. He looks sore and afraid; which scares me more. I get a deep feeling of despair and depression. I can't take it. I feel my heart break and I cry. I cry and cry and can't stop. And It's not one of those sad, silent cries, its that loud, unpleasant sobbing. I continue to sob, I even wake Dad up. He looks at me, but I still sob. I can't stop, my eyes start to sting and my nose gets runny, but I continue to sob. I feel a pressure in my heart as it beats hard with despair.
"Baby..." Dad whispers. I blink some of the tears from my eyes and sniffle.
"Dad?" I whisper, my voice is shaky.
"I'm sorry about everything" Dad says. My eyes get teary again.
"Don't blame this on yourself Dad. I love you" I say.
"Love you too, baby" Dad says. "Just wish I could've gotten you out of here."
"We'll keep trying" I whispered. I sniffle and stop crying, but I still have snot and dried tears stuck to my face. I sniffle again, my arms start to itch by the poison ivy again. I whine, rubbing my arms against the table, but rubbing my arms make the itch sore and my skin did not feel any better.
I sigh and lay still, though the itch and pain is irritating. Dr Saw enters my room, which makes me cry again, I'm afraid of what he's gonna do to me. I don't want to get hurt again... No more...
"Oh Carnee! You're crying! Are you okay?" He asks. I just look at him. Why does he seem concerned about me? He's probably just faking. He walks over to me and wipes my eyes and nose with a tissue.
"Poor girl" He says calmly, running his hand through my very knotty, greasy hair.
"What are you doing?" I growl.
"Shhhhh" He hushes, putting his finger against his lips. I just stare at him.
"Stop faking to be nice. I hate you, just go away" I growl.
"Shhhh, be quiet child, you won't be here too much longer" He says all calming.
"What do you mean? Then just let us go" I say, looking into his eye.  
"Not yet, soon" he says. Dr Saw leaves. I rest, and wonder, why he was trying to act all nice to me. I'm pretty sure he's lying. He will never let us go. I will never trust him, even if he fakes himself as a good person, just like he did to trick me to be tortured here again. I trusted him, and he just locked us up so he could continue to torture us.
   Dr Saw enters Dad's room.
"Hey Campbell" Saw says all cheery. Dad growls. Dr Saw looks at Dad's leg, he removes the brace, dad fidgets from pain, but stays still.  Then Saw removes the bandages and looks at the wound. He re-wraps his knee with fresh bandages and puts the brace back on.
"Sorry for hurting you" Dr Saw says.
"Get away from me!" Dad yells.
"One more escape attempt and you're dead, but if you don't try to get out, and wait a little longer, you will be fine" Dr Saw informs. That almost sounds tempting... Just kill us...But I drop the idea. I still have a pinch of hope.
"Go away" Dad groans. Dr Saw just stares at him.
"Carnee misses you" Dr Saw says, noticing I'm watching them.
"Let me see her for real" Dad says.
"Not yet"
"She's my daughter! She needs me! Let me see her!"
"Wait" he says calmly.
"LET ME SEE HER!" Dad yells threateningly. Dr Saw flinches, and his smile erases.
  Dr. Saw growls and punches Dad in the ribs, making the broken ribs adjust and stab him in the lungs. Dad wheezes.  
"Leave him alone!" I scream.
"I can't breathe" Dad says wheezing, his lungs started filling with fluid.  Dr Saw cuts open his chest with no anesthetic, dad yells in pain. Dr Saw puts on gloves and puts Dad's ribs in the right place, and puts the bones back together and stitches up his chest again, Dad continues to struggle breathing and moaning, from pain. Dr Saw did all that to dad without anesthetic, that must have been agonizing.  
"Don't yell at me like that again, I told you, I'm not going to let you see her right now" Dr. Saw growls and leaves.
"Dad, are you okay?" I ask. Dad slowly nods, though  he is not okay at all. I can tell he's in a lot of pain.
"Dad... We can't stay here. I don't think we can handle any more of this..." I say slowly.
"I know baby, but there's not much we can do" Dad says quietly, trying to ignore the pains in his chest, trying to shift in a better position. I nod, and close my eyes.
"We're gonna die here...." I whisper.
"You won't die baby, I promise" Dad says, his voice shaky and full of sorrow. I look back at him then close my eyes and fall asleep.
  I had a dream about Claire.  

We were back at home, we were sitting at the kitchen table, just me and her.
"You seem to be much happier now" she said.
"Yeah, I'm glad that's all over now" I said. She smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Me too. You were so brave, so strong, I knew you could make it through, you just needed the willpower to get out of there" she said.
"I couldn't have gotten out of there without you, Claire, you're so sweet to me, I wouldn't have made it without your hospitality" I replied.
"You're so brave Carnee, continue to be brave" she said, like I was in some sort of situation.
"I'm not brave Claire, I'm only brave when someone else is there with me" I said.
"You're figuring it out Carnee" she said.
"What are you talking about Claire, figure what out?" I asked.
"You don't know?" she replied.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said. She stood up from her seat, walking over to me, and grabbing my shoulders and standing me up in front of her.
"You do know. You have to be brave and strong Carnee" she said.
"No, what are you trying to say?" I asked seriously.
"Carnee you need to be brave!" she yelled. "You have to!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled back.
"Be brave and strong Carnee, you have to be brave and strong and don't break down, you need to get through this!" she shouted, shaking my shoulders.
"Get through what?" I asked.
"Be brave and strong! You have to! You have to or you won't make it!" she shouted. She started fading away.
"No, Claire! What are you talking about, what do I need to do?!" I shouted, but she was already gone.

    I wake up gasping, then looking around. I jump when I see doctor Saw in the room, he was sitting in a chair at the other end of the room, watching me.
"Morning kid" He says  sweetly again. I look away. Doctor Saw stands up, walking over and taps the edge of the table, and shows me a water bottle. He opens the cap and holds it in front of me.
"No..." I say.
"You need water. The body can only withstand a couple days without water, so I suggest you drink it, you're dehydrated, you'll die if you don't have some water. C'mon kid, drink up" Dr Saw commands.
"But I feel nauseous" I complain.
"I don't care, drink"
"I really can't..."
"Drink some!"
"I feel like I have to vomit..." I moan.
Saw flinches and loses his patience "I don't care! Take a drink!"
I finally take a few sips, which makes my tummy feel funny and my nausea even worse. Then he opens a container of warm soup, and holds a spoonful in front of my face.
"No.. Thanks" I say, still feeling sick.
"Take this" he says and puts a pill in my mouth and giving me another sip of water.
"What was that?" I ask, worried.
"It's just something to make your nausea go away" Dr saw says impatiently. "Now please, just take a bit"
"I really feel sick" I whine.
"This will help, just take a sip" he says. I take a few sips of the soup. My tummy still hurt a little.
"See how easy that was? Now, I suggest that when I offer you something to eat, you take it. You know I don't feed you much, so take advantage of it" Doctor Saw says.
"I know, but my tummy feels so weird" I whimper.
"You'll be fine, Carnee," he says, then flinches and smiles again.
"Rest sweetheart" He smiles  and leaves the room. I don't get it... One minute he's trying to be nice, and then the next minute, he gets all hostile. I don't get it, is he bipolar? I don't know. I sigh and I close my eyes. My stomach feeling queasy and uneasy. My body is sick. I look at the screen of Dad. Doctor Saw is giving him soup and water. I close my eyes again. I know that we don't get much to eat, but I really didn't want to eat. I feel sick and tired. I feel really homesick, too. Dr Saw said eating would help, but it didn't. I don't feel well at all. I feel so sick. I just close my eyes. I daydream, trying to ignore all my troubles. But I fall asleep. I dream of Dad and I escaping the hospital. I dream of me and Dad returning home, with Mom greeting us, and hugging me tight, but then doctor Saw barging through the door, shooting Mom, then Dad, then me.
I wake up screaming and gasping in a cold sweat.
"Honey, you okay?" I hear dad's voice from the screen.
"Just a nightmare..." I say, breathing deeply. Just a dream? Or a future reality. Is my mind, maybe god, trying to tell me that Saw is going to kill  Dad and I if we escape? No idea. Maybe I'm just paranoid. But what I do know, is that I am terrified.