You were being dragged down the halls of a facility, your hospital gown riding up over your knees, your hair was a mess, you looked like you hadn’t slept in days. One Doctor, his name was Dr. Edwards was holding one of your arms, another Doctor, his name was Dr. Carter was holding the other as you were being dragged down the hallway.

“Stop squirming! Dr. Miller is waiting!”

You were dragged into what looked like an operating room, a Doctor (supposedly Dr. Miller) stood there in his full surgical attire, adjusting himself as he watches you being dragged in.

“Put the patient on the table.”

Dr. Miller demands, pointing to the operating table in front of him, adjusting his attire and snapping his gloves on, going over his clipboard to see what he would be doing on you.

“So this is Patient 13?” Dr. Miller says as he hovers over you as you’re placed down onto the table, “Restrain her.” Dr. Edwards and Dr. Carter assist Dr. Miller with restraining you before they go and change into their surgical attire as well.

“My dear, you need to stop squirming.” Dr. Miller says as his hand goes to your cheek to try and soothe you so you would relax. “Bring the anaesthesia, I need her asleep.”

You would squirm to get out of Dr. Edwards and Dr. Carter’s grip, “She’s ready sir.” They turn to Dr. Miller as he nods. “Let’s get you under, hmm?” He says to you as he gets himself ready to put you under.

“Sleep tight little one.” this was the last thing you heard before your world went black as you were taken under the anaesthesia’s influence.