5. The Doctor
1259 Words
I was in the cage, but not in my cell anymore. I was in the cage with the wolf again. Oh, how similar our fates are now.
The wolf looked at me but didn't get up this time. He appeared tired. He looked at me sadly. I stared into his eyes and heard a voice in my head.
"You have to be strong. I know you are in more trouble than you could ever imagine, but help will come. Be strong!"
I woke up on the cement floor, and, no surprise, everything was hurting. Memories streamed into my mind, terrible memories. I was hoping everything that happened recently was a terrifying dream, but it was reality.
I got up on my feet and looked around. There was a mattress on the floor at the side of the cage. I wish I had found it last night. There was also a hole in the bottom of the other side of the cell. I guess that was my toilet. I was covered in my own pee and puke.
I thought about screaming at the guard, "who are you, and why are you holding me here," but I held my tongue, remembering yesterday's treatment.
My stomach was growling from hunger, but I kept on being quiet.
Then I heard the door opening and saw Mr. Jules came in. He had someone else with him.
"Here she is," he pointed to me, even though I was the only prisoner.
The guard opened the cage, and another guy walked in. He was extremely tall with a strong jaw with bright blue eyes. He looked at me from head to toe.
"I will need to examine her, take some samples. Can we get some privacy?" The newcomer replied.
I was scared. What was he going to do to me?
"Right away," said the guard. He pressed something on his watch and the blinds came down from the ceiling, transforming the cage into a room.
I was alone with a man I had never met before. He was strikingly handsome. His posture was impeccable. But the only thing running through my mind was the watch I saw on his wrist. I hoped there was no torture button there.
"My name is Arthur. I am a doctor. I will need to examine you and will need some of your blood."
I felt my hands shaking slightly and put them behind my back. I didn't want anyone to see that I was scared. But he might have seen me trembling.
"You can relax. I don't mean any harm."
That didn't make me feel any more comfortable.
"Please take off your clothes and put this on. The doctor opened his case, gave me a medical gown, and turned around."
"Will you use the torture button if I don't?" I snapped at him.
"I prefer not to," he replied. "I also have a change of clothes for you that you can have after we are done. I know how the guards work here". He was standing with his back to me the whole time we talked. Eventually, I started to pull my dirty clothes off and found peace in the blue china I picked up when I was in my apartment.
I rotated it with my fingers. Maybe I can use it to stick him in the back of the neck. However, others will probably torture and kill me after that. I changed into a medical gown. I secretly held the sharp piece in my hand just in case.
"Can I turn around now?" he asked.
"Yes"
He went over and pulled the syringe out with the needle. I stepped back instinctively.
"I just need to take a blood sample from you. I promise I am good at it."
I gave him my hand, letting him do it while turning my head away. He was right; I could barely feel it. He collected two tiny glass containers of my blood. I noticed his blue eyes changed to red while he put them away. It made me shake again, and he held my hand tightly. I was glad I didn't look at his face while he drew my blood.
Then he pulled out a device and said he would scan me everywhere. I was wearing the patient gown. He walked around while moving it close but without touching me. Then he got on his knees and examined my lower body and legs, every part of me.
All of a sudden, his eyes got red again.
"What is in your hand?"
"Nothing," I replied, scared.
"Blood is dripping out of it," he pointed out.
"I looked down." It was dripping and hurting. I didn't notice that I squeezed the piece too hard, and my hand had a deep cut.
"I will help you with that," doctor Arthur said.
He sanitized and put a bandaid on. I noticed that his touch was pleasant.
"I need to examine your neck now," he tried to grab my head. I jerked.
"I will hold your head. It will be easier for both of us."
I let him hold and rotate my head as he closely examined my neck. His touch gave me goosebumps.
"OK, all clear. You can change into the clothes I brought for you."
There was clean underwear, slightly baggy jeans, and a clean t-shirt.
"Why did you not give this to me instead of the gown," I asked, obviously pushing my luck with him.
"The device I used is sensitive. There should not be any buttons or zippers with metal in them on you while I scanned."
He turned around again, and I was changing into dry clothes.
He knocked on the wall, and the room transformed back into a cage.
Guards opened it for him.
"She is all clear, no markings of any kind."
"I will need to run the blood tests to tell her origins. It will probably take an hour," doctor Arthur added.
Mr. Jules looked at his watch.
"Make it 30 minutes," replied Mr. Jules.
"The equipment," Arthur started to reply.
"Oh, I know, I know," said Mr. Jules. "Fine, but no longer than that, and bring your result to the Palace of Justice."
Doctor Arthur started to leave, but Mr. Jules gave him a look: "I didn't hear any screams. Did you forget to put my house mark on her?"
"Are you sure you wanted to do this before the trial?" Asked the doctor, even though I could tell he was uncomfortable arguing with Mr. Jules.
"I am positive." Mr. Jules looked at him, and Arthur pulled another device out and pressed the button. "It needs a minute to warm up," he said.
The guard grabbed me by the shoulders with one hand and my head with the other. He held my head against his body. I tried to free myself, but I didn't have the strength.
Then the tool made a beep.
"It's ready," Arthur said. "You better hold still," he said to the guard and me and put the tool onto my neck behind my ear.
I screamed as it burned, and tears ran down my face, but Arthur kept holding it on my neck and the guard's grip was tight. I could not move. The tool made a second beep, and he pulled it away.
He squeezed some cream on it and covered it with a bandaid.
Arthur looked at me for the last time. I was not sure if he was sorry or just pitied me. Then he turned around and left me there.
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