I want to fall asleep. But the beeping sound next to him, the pain behind the eyes, unable to sleep.

Every time I woke up, my heart was pounding, I would forget where I was and pull the metal on my wrist. But Dr. Winnie didn't return to the lab again.

The head continued to throb, and a new pain came from the abdomen. The stomach growled. The last time I ate was lunch before I went to track and field training. I don't know how long ago that was.

Footsteps rang out, and Dr. Winnie returned. He pushed my head forward and pulled down the plastic mask. He shoved something into my ear and beeped.

"There was no fever," he said. "You're feeling better this morning, are you hungry? I brought you something to eat. ”

"Yes," I said.

I used my elbows to push myself higher on the bed. The chair creaked as he rolled over. "Open your mouth," he told me.

"I can do it," I said. "Let go of my hand."

"I'm not going to remove your bandages," he said. "I won't be able to remove them until tonight."

"You can keep the bandages. Let go of my hand. ”

He took a deep breath. The wheels creak and rattle. He grabbed my hand and let go of my wrist.

I rubbed my sore skin. I touched my face. Soft gauze. I put my hands on my chest. There was a thin robe over me.

The wires stuck to my skin, and I tracked them as they ran to the bedside. My finger touched the plastic tube of the IV tube.

Winnie put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't pull anything out or try to stand up," he told me. "If you do this, I will forcibly bind you."

"Will you untie something on my face when it falls?"

"Yes, but only if you follow the rules."

He put some lamps on my lap.

"I made you a sandwich," he said. His chair creaked, and I ran my fingers through the cold cuts until I touched the bread. I took a bite of the sandwich. The bread was dry, mustard, and the unpleasant smell filled my mouth. There's nothing in the world that disgusts me more than mustard.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked.

Nonsense

I must have made a look of disgust as I ate.

"I don't like mustard," I said.

"I'll remember." He said.

I finished my sandwich. I thought about throwing away the blanket and running, but it seemed pointless. I connected so many different wires and pipes that I would trip and fall on the floor.

Winnie would grab me and tie me back to bed. He will never let me go,

I never had a chance to run away again. Who knows what will happen when I tear off these bandages

At all costs? I could be blind

And then I don't know

Winnie handed me a glass of water. I drank the cup dry. He snatched it from my hand and picked up the plate.

"Are you still in pain?" He asked.

"Much better, but it still hurts," I said. "Am I going to die?"

He said. "I think you'll make it. I can't wait to see what I create. ”

He grabbed my wrist and the metal ring tightened my skin.

"Please, don't," I said. I put my empty wrist behind my body. "I promise not to run."

"It has to be this way, kitten," he said. "I can't let you ruin my job, no need to panic."

He wrapped his fingers around my free wrist. I jerked my arm away. He grabbed my wrist again and twisted it hard. The sharp pain in my arm made me scream. Taking advantage of my weakness, he pressed my wrist down and locked it back into the strap.

"Take a break," he told me.

Winnie came down about every hour, but he never said anything to me. I didn't move, pretending to be asleep, he walked around the bed, I heard the chair creaking, I heard him typing.

He pushed his wheelchair and walked to the bed with his fingers running along the inside of my arm. A shiver crept up my spine.

"Are you awake, Diana?" He asked.

I can't pretend to be asleep forever. He said he would untie my bandages tonight and let my wrists move freely.

"Yes," I said, and let out a shuddering breath.

"How are you feeling?" "My head still hurts," I said.

"How long will it last?"

"I'm not sure. You must continue to take pain medication for the next few days. ”

He pulled down the top of my dressing gown, and something cold touched my chest. I left Winnie and raised my hands. I tried to push him away, but my hand couldn't reach far.

"Calm down," he said. "I'm listening to your ribcage and taking a few deep breaths."

I took a deep breath. I clenched my fingers into a fist. He moved his stethoscope to my chest. The cold air swept across my bare chest. I want to pull my dress up and curl up into a ball.

When it was done, he pulled my dress up. His wheels creaked and I heard the drawer pull out. I hope he's looking for the keys. I listened as he walked around the room. A new set of wheels rolled towards me.

Winnie pulled the blanket back. Before he could pull them down, I grabbed a handful of sheets. I pulled a small part of me back. He wrestled with my fingers, trying to let go of them.

"Diana, don't fight me," he said. "I need to get your catheter right."

He snatched the blanket from my hand.

Catheter?

My sister is a nurse. When she was still in school, she used to tell me some of her vulgar stories when she came home during the holidays.

She told me about learning how to insert a urinary catheter. I realized it was a plastic tube between my legs. I don't want it

But I knew I had no choice.

I felt embarrassed when he stroked my front part, but it was worse. As he pulled up the bottom of my dress, I bit my lower lip. My fingers curled up on the sheet that covered the mattress. My heart was beating wildly, and he caressed my skin. I kept reminding myself that he was a doctor and that he always saw people naked.

I was relieved when he pulled down my robe and put the blanket back over me. He walked away from me and pushed something through the room.

There was a clang, and then Winnie's hand rested on my wrist. He untied something wrapped around my hand. He reached over the bed and let go of my other hand. I propped myself up and sat up straighter. I sat up straight on my own. I put my knees on my chest and hugged myself with my arms. My arm ached and the tape holding my veins in place was tugging at my skin.

"I can't wait to see my work," Winnie said.

When he sat down on the edge of the mattress, the bed went deeper. He put his hand on my knee.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

I take a deep breath and have to nod!