Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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(Dad's POV)

  I can't stand to see Carnee suffer like this.  I wish I could do something, but obviously I can't really make her feel any more comfortable. I look at her. Her eyes are closed, but she's clenching her teeth. I can tell shes trying to be strong, trying to ignore the pain. I got to man up and do something... but what? My poor baby... She seems in a lot of agony. I was also poisoned with me being poisoned by the mercury, its definitely not comfortable. I keep coughing. It hurts even more for me to see my own daughter in so much pain. She still has tears flowing down her cheeks. She's hurting so badly and I can't do anything for her. There's gotta be something I can do for her.
"Daddy" She says quietly crying in pain. I frown and look at her. My poor girl...  
"Carnee, baby, I'm sorry" I say. I'm not quite sure what else to say. I need to calm her down, but it wouldn't be easy, she's in so much pain. She starts struggling on the straps on her wrists, her hands in fists. She's trying to either get out, or to ignore the pain. The wheelchair I'm strapped to has the breaks on the wheels, so they barely move. I push myself forward, I am able to move the chair slightly when I try to move forwards. Carnee watches me as I keep moving the chair towards her. I finally get to next to her table. Her hands are strapped down and so are mine, but I can just reach her hand. I grab her hand and hold it.
"Baby, I'm going to get us out of here. I don't know how yet, but we will get out" I say, looking into her crying eyes. I stroke her hand softly with my thumb.
"Dad, I'm sore, I'm hurting bad, and my eyes are blurry, Dad, I'm really scared" She says, looking at me, her voice is shaking and she still has tears flowing down her cheeks, which makes me feel even more bad for her. I feel like I'm going to break; But I will stay tough, for Carnee, for myself.
"Baby, you have to be strong, be brave for me. We will get through this. I know it hurts, but you need to calm down a little. It won't be so bad soon. I promise I will do anything for you, like I always have. You're going to be okay sweetheart" I say seriously. She starts crying even harder, she now starts sobbing. I close my eyes, feeling my heart sink for her. I wish she wasn't in this situation. God I can't stand seeing her crying in so much pain. She doesn't deserve this. I wish I could just take her home, but I can't.
"Honey, trust me. Try to be strong, promise you will try?" I say, still holding her hand. I think she's a tiny bit more comfortable with me here, she seems to feel safer with me sitting next to her.
"I-I promise" She says quietly, staring at my face. Her tears stop falling and her cheeks start to dry.
"I love you" I say.
"I love you too daddy" she says quietly.
"I will always be here for you. No matter what happens, remember that I love you and I always will be with you." I whispered. She holds back tears.
"I know dad," she replied quietly. I sit there, holding her hand and staring at her face. My beautiful daughter... she's starting to look ill. She's been poisoned and abused, and I can't do anything.
  I close my eyes and lower my head, starting to remember how life was before we got stuck here. Carnee was always so happy, she was so loving. She almost never said no when I asked her to do something, she didn't give me attitude, and she never begged for anything. She's so sweet.
  I keep thinking about how she was before, but I hear her whine so I open my eyes and look at her. She started breathing deeply, she's just sore. I sigh. She doesn't deserve any of this. She's too young and too sweet to be going through this. I just feel so bad for her.
"Dad?" She asks, looking at me.
"Yes darling?"
"I don't want to die..."
"Baby.... You won't die, we will get out of here"
"I don't know if I can believe that.."
"Carnee, trust me."
She nods. I look at her skin where Saw injected her with the dimethylmercury needle. Her skin an odd colour, and her arm was swelling. I'm not exactly sure what will happen to her I just hope she'll be okay in the end. I don't want this poison to kill her. Dr. Saw says he won't let it kill her, but the poison can still make her fingers go numb, or make her go deaf or blind. I don't want that to happen to her. She doesn't deserve any of that. I don't want her to suffer like this.
  Carnee has always hated needles. Ever since she was little, even now, she hates them and she's afraid of them. I remember the one time when she was nine, I took her to the doctor to get a booster shot, she screamed her head off, when the doctor brought her into the office she screamed and punched the doctor right in the face, she actually broke the doctor's nose, and she started running out of the doctor's office. I had to chase her down the street and calm her down. She's always hated needles, and that's not the first time that she screamed and was violent towards doctors and tried to run away. Another time I took her to the doctor, no matter how much I told her it was okay and tried to reassure her, she obviously wouldn't listen. I held her down so the doctor could give her the needle, she slipped her arm out of my grasp and punched me, giving me a black eye. It was me who ended up seeing the doctor because my eye was so swollen. She just watched silently as the doctor tried to get the swelling down on my eye. One time, she actually got lost in a hospital when she was little once because she tried to run away. It took us about twenty minutes to find her, she was hiding in a file room, tears flowing down her cheeks. It was pretty hard to calm her down too. She was petrified of needles.
  I chuckled slightly, just from the memories of how crazy she was about it, but then I sighed. I looked at Carnee.  This needle is killing her, not helping her, so this is completely different.
"Carnee, look at me" I say, she sighs and turns her head towards me.
"We will get out" I say, staring into her eyes. She nods, continuing to look at me, studying my face.
"Something wrong?" I ask her.
"Nothing... Just, my vision is blurry, I'm just trying to focus my eyes" She says.
"I will find the antidote. Your vision will get better again" I say.
"Dad..." She says. I wish she would just tell me whats on her mind.
"Yes sweetie? What is it?" I asked.
"I'm starving" She says quietly. I sigh and frown.
"I know baby, me too, hopefully we can have some food soon" I say, rubbing her fingers, then finally realizing how hungry I actually was. I was ignoring my hunger, but now that Carnee mentioned it, I can feel the hunger. I'm hungry, but I'm more focused on Carnee, ignoring the pain, and a way out right now. I just wish she didn't have to suffer like this. I know she's hungry and I wish I could help her but I can't. I just hope it's not bothering her too much. I don't know if we'll get fed.
"Dad, I just want to get out of here" Carnee says.
"Me too baby, we'll escape sometime somehow," I say. I'm still holding her hand, stroking her fingers with my thumb. Carnee looks up at the ceiling and closes her eyes. I sit there silently. She somehow falls asleep, probably from extreme exhaustion. She's so tired, I can tell. She has dark circles under her eyes. I just sit there, still holding her hand. My poor girl... My only daughter... having to suffer so bad like this. I don't care about myself. Dr. Saw can hurt me as much as he wants, but he better not hurt my baby again. I close my eyes, not having to look at Carnee in such pain and sorrow. I almost fall asleep when I hear Carnee scream. I jump up looking at her.
"Baby! You okay?!" I say. she looks around frantically, all out of breath.
"I... I t-thought this was all a dream.. But then I realized it was a reality..." She says nervously.
"Unfortunately, darling. I'm so sorry." I say calmly.
"Even if we got out of here, the scars, pain, and memory, will haunt me forever" she says sadly. I'm almost about to cry myself, but I hold it all back. I can't let her see me crying. Not right now.
"I know... I can never reverse what has happened, but someday, maybe it'll all go away" I say, still trying to keep calm. But she's right, when we get out of here, the memories will haunt us. Even if I gave her a better life, the best I could make it, she will still be haunted by these memories, she will probably be scared and paranoid for the rest of her life. I need to get her out of here...
I start patting her hand, trying to calm her.
"It's gonna be all right" I whispered.
"Dad..." She whispers.
"Shhhhhhh" I say, trying to calm her more, so she can be a tiny bit more comfortable.
"Dad" She says, starting to cry, but I keep shushing her.
"Daddy!" She bursts out.
"What is it honey?" I finally answer.
"I can barely feel your hands, I think my finger-tips are going numb again," She cries.
"They should go back to normal soon" I say, I already know that if she doesn't get the antidote for the mercury soon, her hands and feet will numb once again, but I can't tell her that.
"I don't want to lose the feeling in my fingers again! What if Doctor Saw chops off my hands again? That was some of the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life!" She cried out.
"I won't let that happen sweetheart." I said to her. I stare at the very visible scars around her wrists and sigh. I lean forward and kiss her hand softly, then lean back.  
  I close my eyes and try to rest, but soon I hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I get tense, Saw is coming. The door slams open.
"Mr Campbell, don't move." Dr. Saw threatens. He pushes my wheelchair back to the other side of the room. He hurries back into the hallways and then returns with a large, rusty chain. He chains my chair to the wall, so I can't move the chair again.  Dr. Saw walks to the other side of the room next to Carnee. That makes me nervous, I don't want him to hurt her again. He smiles at her, then goes back into the halls.
    A couple minutes later he returns and walks over to me. He has a bowl, he dips a spoon into the bowl and holds the spoonful of broth in front of my face. I lean forwards and sip the broth from the spoon. I swallow. My stomach starts to hurt and I feel queasy. I get really nauseous and  vomit on the floor.
"Dammit! What was that?!" I yell. Dr Saw just smirks, then pulls out a needle, sticks it in a small bottle and fills the needle then stands next to me.
"What the hell is that? Don't touch me" I growled, he ignores me and sticks the needle into my arm.
"Settle down Bronson, it won't hurt you" Dr. Saw explained.
"Leave me alone, what was that?" I snarl. He just sneers and walks over to Carnee, opening the broth container and trying to make her have a sip of the broth.
"Don't give that to her!" I yell, still feeling nauseous.
"C'mon brat! Just take a sip!" Dr Saw growls.
"Don't do it Carnee!" I yell.
"It's going to take some of the dimethylmercury out of your system, just drink it! Or the mercury will kill you, just take it!" Dr Saw yells. "I won't ask again."
   She sips it, then vomits.
"Oh god!" She yells out, coughing.
"Wasn't so bad kid, you won't die now at least" Dr Saw grumps, getting a new needle.
"What is that?" she screamed.
"I given you both light antidotes. It won't get rid of all the mercury, but it'll help. You won't die anyway" he said, giving her the needle. She shouts out and whines.
"Oh screw you!" She yells. Dr. Saw slaps her hard across the face. She starts to cry.
"Freaking crybaby" Saw says, slapping her once more, a rough red mark forms on her cheek.
"Stop that! Leave her!" I yell. He gives Carnee a needle, "What is that?" I yell. Carnee shouts from pain and fear.
"I poisoned her with the same poison Dr Jonson did. I'm giving her the resistant" Dr Saw says. "You don't want her to die do you?"
"Get that poison out of her veins! Why the hell do you guys keep poisoning her with that shit?!" I yelled. How dare they keep poisoning her with that stuff! That's what made her get tortured in the first place!
   He walks over and kicks me hard in the shin. It hurt, but I'm not going to show my pain, I don't ant to scare Carnee. She's already scared and emotional and sensitive. I don't want her to see me in pain, I know she will be even more scared than she already is.
"You guys are so pathetic, you can barely take a punch, I could do so much worse to you" Dr Saw complains. He walk back over to Carnee.
"How are you feeling darlin'?" he asked.
"I'm so sore..." she whined.
"Tired of the pain?" he asked.
"Yes...." she said quietly.
"Well why don't I give you more pain?" he snickered, then snaps back her right index finger, breaking it. She screams and cries out.
"Ow! please don't!" she shouted.
"You've been through worse than that, also the mercury would've eased the pain, as I can tell your fingers were a little numb" Saw says. He kneels down and taps her fingers. "You can feel that, can't you?" He asked.
"I still have feeling in my fingers" she said.
"You'll get the feeling back in your fingers soon, don't worry." he said.
"It still really hurt when you broke my finger!" Carnee cries.
"Oh, why don't I break another then?" he asked.
"Please don't!" She whined, shaking her head.
"Fine, I won't, sheesh" he mocked.
"Stop hurting her!" I yell. He walks over to me and knees me in the abdomen.
"I'm never going to stop" He growls. I growl back at him, and he gives me another knee in the ab. That one hurt even more than the last one, but I still don't show my pain. Saw looks at me funny.
"I'm not hurting you?" Saw says impatiently.
"Of coarse it hurts" I say hoarsely. Dr. Saw sits down in a chair across the room. Carnee stared at him for a few moments, then fell asleep. Dr. Saw flinches and sighs. He sat there contently like he didn't want to hurt anyone at that moment.
"You know Bronson, sometimes I do feel bad for Carnee, her being immature and all, but it's a pleasure to work with her" he said to me. I shifted in my chair.
"Hey, uh, Duncan, do you know why Carnee is so immature? I know I've protected her for a long time and I've treated her like a little kid a lot, but she seems to be very immature for her age" I say. He smirks and taps his chin then looks at me.
"It's simple Bronson" he started, crossing his one leg over his opposite knee. "She has immature personality disorder."
"How do you know?" I ask.
"It's obvious, she's very immature and sees the world as if she was a child. She clings onto you and she cries a lot." he said, looking over at her as she was sleeping deeply. She was so tired.
"Tell me how it effects her" I say seriously.
"It usually develops in teenagers. She has an imaginative mind, and she clings to you and other adults around her, she will constantly want attention and love. There are different types of the disorder, Carnee has  histrionic personality disorder. She will exhibit excessive emotional patterns to get attention. She has a very hard time dealing with stress, and she can get excessively emotional" he explained to me. I looked over at Carnee, knowing that everything Dr. Saw has said is true about her.
"Is there anything I can do to help her deal with this?" I asked him. He runs his hand through his hair and looks at me.
"The disorder usually disappears with age, it may go away around the ages of nineteen and twenty-three. You can also talk to her, and tell her about her disorder. Talk to her calmly and let her know that she has the disorder, and you will support her till it goes away" he says. "But I don't suggest telling her while she's here. If you ever get out of here safely, and you go on with life, that's when you should talk to her about it. Alas, she may never realize since you both are here, and probably never getting out."
"So I just have to wait till she grows out of it?" I ask.
"Basically," he said. We sat there silently, the Saw stands up and walks back over to Carnee, and pulls out a blade, thencuts open Carnee's skin in the side of her cheek, she wakes up and screams. I watch in horror as the wound starts bleeding down her neck. I know that will leave faint scars...
"Stop it! Please!" She pleads. Saw smiles evilly and puts the bloody blade back in his pocket.
"Dr. Saw... I'm starving, please, I need something to eat, please, I could starve to death" She complains, looking up at him with begging eyes. He pulls out the blade, stabs it right into her stomach, and rips it back out. I shout at him to stop, but he obviously ignores me. I can't even imagine how agonizing that would be. My poor baby. How could he do that to her?!
"AHHHH!" She screams out. She coughs up blood, blood starts spilling from the sides of her mouth. She breaths unsteadily, crying in pain. A big bloody puddle begins to stain her shirt.
"How could you do that to her?!" I shouted in anger.
"Help..." she whispered.
"Oh, I thought you were starving for more pain" Saw smirks at her.
"She's gonna bleed to death! Please help her!" I growl and shout. Carnee continues to cough up blood and struggles to breath.
"Dad..." She whimpers, crying, looking at me. I look at her in sorrow and concern. She has tears rolling down her face and blood dripping from her mouth. I wish Saw would just kill me and let Carnee go, but I know he won't.
"She's going to die, help her, please!" I yell. Carnee is still bleeding, crying her heart out. Her skin is fatally white, close to death.
   Soon she passes out from blood loss. I shout at Dr. Saw. She can't die... Dr Saw looks at her and smiles in pleasure. He walks up right beside her, putting on latex gloves, and finally sloppily stitches up her stomach.
"What is her blood type?" Dr Saw asks rudely.
"A positive" I say, my voice was shaking. I don't want her to die. What if he gives her the wrong type and kills her?
  He leaves into the hallway, then comes back with a blood pouch, a monitor, and an oxygen tank. He  connects the blood pouch to her veins with an IV, then hooking her up to a heart monitor and putting an oxygen mask over her face. But she still doesn't regain consciousness.
"I'll be back to check on her" Saw says and leaves the room, closing the door after him.
"Don't die baby.... You've gotten this far... Please, baby. Don't die.... I love you so much..." I whisper, staring at Carnee, my babygirl. She's could die and I can't help her. Soon Saw will kill her right in front of me if I don't do something to get her out of here.
    I just stare at Carnee, hoping she will wake. My only child, going through all of this, she's so close to death, it's making my heart sink so deep it feels like I'm not even living. She cannot give up now... She has pulled through all of this other stuff, she can't die now. I wish this would stop. He's treating Carnee even worse than he is treating me.    I look at her, her skin is so white, she lost so much blood. I'm so afraid, she almost looks like a ghost. Her pulse is slow, making me feel worse, she's dying. The beeping on the monitor is slow. I listen to her heartbeat so I know she's still alive. I listen intently. I can't believe how slow her heartbeat is. My baby... I love her so much, I don't want to lose her. She's my whole word. I'd have nothing left if she dies. I feel so hurt, there's nothing I can do but hope she lives. If only none of this ever happened, I feel like all of this is my fault. I can't do anything for her. She'll be mutilated and killed soon if I don't do something. She's going to die here if I don't think of something fast.
  I can't let her die. She's my child and I need to help her. I won't let her die like this. She's my daughter and I need her. I have to get her out, no matter what it takes.