Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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I open and close my eyes again repeatedly, my vision was kinda blurry, and I was only hearing a faint beeping, and the sound of air blowing on my face from an oxygen mask. Then I hear dads voice,
"Carnee? You awake?" says dad in a concerned tone. I moan.
   Still slowly waking up, I look around weakly, then I fly back down to reality, and start freaking out. I whine and I thrash my head and body, then feeling the shooting pain from my belly.
"Baby stop!" dad says loudly, "it's okay"
"Dad," I whine quietly, barely able to speak. feeling tears welling up in my eyes. My eyes felt dry, like I've cried out all my tears.
"Don't talk baby" dad says quietly. I look over at my pulse monitor, the lines weren't in a normal formation and it was beeping too slowly. That makes me a bit nervous.
"Daddy" I force out, my throat is super dry, and the pain in my belly is still hurting really bad.
"It's okay, baby. You're alive. Don't talk, just rest" Dad says quietly, looking at me in concern, noticing the fear in my eyes.
"I-I w-wish th-at I d-died" I stutter. "So I wouldn't have to suffer anymore."
"Carnee...." dad says slowly. I look over at him, I'm still quite scared.
"How long wa-as I o-out-t" I forced my voice to work, even though it was hard.
"A couple days honey, now stop talking, you might damage your throat" Dad says slowly and calmly. I look around the room. It was the same as I remember it, blood everywhere and photos on the walls.
   I look at dads face, I see no evidence of recent torture. Dr. Saw must have left him alone.
  I'm so uncomfortable right now, the cold metal of the table against my skin, my sore throat, I'm still really hungry. So hungry....
The pain in my belly was unbearable. I look down, getting extremely frightened by the huge bloody gauze patch on my belly. I'm not afraid of cleaning up blood, but when it's my own.... That's completely different. There was so much blood on my belly... I start shaking in fear, my eyes wide.
"Darling, it's okay!" dad says, trying to calm me, but it isn't working.
"I'm dying!" I scream out, hurting my throat.
"Carnee, you will be okay" Dad says. "Try to calm down baby, I know you're scared, but your going to be fine, please calm down sweetie, you'll be okay."
   That's kinda hard to believe by the view of all the blood, I'm still scared. I cough, my throat is so scratchy.
    All of a sudden, Dad somehow slips his one hand through the strap, after a lot of pulling, almost breaking his wrist. His hands had lots of dead skin rubbed off of it from all the pulling in the leather strap.  He unties his other hand and ankles and runs over to me.
"We're getting out of here" dad says hoarsely, picking me up gently. He pulls off the wires of the monitor and he grabs my oxygen tank and and slung it over his shoulder by the strap that was connected to it so I could keep the mask on so it would be easier for me to breathe. I whine from the pain in my belly. Dad looks down at me in concern, then runs to the door. Keeping me tight in his arms, he smashes his shoulder against the door and it gives away and flings open. Dad sprints down the hall. I cuddle my head into his chest. I feel somewhat safe now with dad carrying me, but we're not safe yet, we still need to get out. He continues to run down the hall. Then Saw steps in front of us. He holds his hand out.
"Put the girl down and surrender" Dr Saw threatens. Dad shoulders him away and keeps running. Dr. Saw follows. I cough, my belly was hurting. The gauze patch on my belly coming loose and my blood leaked onto dad's shirt, starting to stain it. He ignores it and runs down the staircase, then runs into a new hall. Dr Saw catches up and shoots a tranquilizer dart into the back of dad's neck from a rifle. Dad accidentally drops me on the floor. I fall on my back hard. Dad drops to his knees, trying to fight to stay conscious, but he lays to the floor and passes out. Dr Saw comes and picks me up, taking the oxygen tank and slinging it over his shoulder. I rip off my oxygen mask and punch him, fighting to get out of his grip. But then I realize I can't breath, and start wheezing. Saw puts the mask back on my face, I decide to stop fighting him, and just lay limp in his arms, in complete fear.
"Please let me go" I whisper. He ignores me and continues to walk down the hall. He returns to my normal room and throws me down on the surgical table and strapping my wrists and ankles back down.
"Brat" He growls, injecting me with a sedative into my neck. I whine and I get real tired, but I fight to stay awake, just not fully awake. Saw leaves, but leaving the door open. I fight to stay awake. I see Saw dragging Dad into the room and throwing him back into the wheelchair, strapping his wrists and ankles so tight it's pinching his skin.
"Dad" I whisper.
    Then I fall asleep by the medicine.
   I wake in pain and cold sweat. I look over at dad, his head hung down, in deep sleep. A bit of dried blood stuck to the back of his neck by the tranq. He has my blood all over his clothes. I look down, seeing the bloody gauze wrapped around my belly. All the blood still frightens me, but the gauze was re-done. My eyes water and sting, I pull at the straps on my wrists. I look back up at dad, his hands turning a dark colour... The straps! They are way too tight on him. The circulation was getting cut off.
   I whimper and lay still. My tummy still hurts a lot, but I ignore it. I lay there, deep in my thoughts. I daydream of my mom. I wonder what mom would do if she knew I was stuck here. I bet she would also try help me get out of here, just like Claire and dad did, but I never met my mom, so I don't quite know...
  I imagine mom coming in, running through the halls and picking me up. Her sweet voice in my ear of reassurance, and carrying me, and dad's arm over her shoulder and helping us get out of here. Dad's always told me that mum was really sweet and she loved us both. I wish she could've proved it to me.
   Next I dream of me and my dad, before we got stuck here. I think of all the old memories we had together. I love Dad so much, he's done so much for me. He's given me a good life. I wish we could get out of here. I know Dad's tried a lot of times to get out. But I can only dream what it's like to have freedom, I don't even remember what it's like to be free anymore.
I look over at Dad, I think he's waking up.
"Daddy?" I whisper. He looks around and sighs.
"Oh God... We didn't make it out," Dad says quietly. I can tell he's kind of upset that he couldn't get me out of here safely. I just look at him.
"I'm so sorry baby, I tried my best..." Dad says, looking down, full of guilt.
"Dad, it's not your fault" I say, I felt bad. I don't want him to pity himself that we didn't get out. Like Dr. Saw said, no one gets out of here alive. I killed all those surgeons, but I'm still here in this hellhole.
"I wish I could get you out baby..." Dad says. "I've tried so hard to save you. I need to get you out of here, but it's challenging, but trust me, I am trying. I'll do anything to get you out of here."
"I know daddy, we will get out somehow" I say. Dad looks at his hands.
"I can barely feel my fingers..." Dad says quietly. Trying to flex them, but they don't move much.
"Dad... What are we going to do?" I say. "I'm scared. I'm afraid for my life. I don't want to be stuck here anymore. I'm scared that I might die."
"I'm not quite sure yet honey" Dad says. "But we will get out of here, you won't die."
Dr Saw opens the door and staggers in.
"Hows my two pai- uh, whatever, what the hell are you guys doing dammit" He stutters. He can't stand up straight and his eyelids seem droopy.
    Doctor Saw is drunk.