Chapter 21
Kyrah's POV
About thirty minutes after Roxy and the rest left. I'm still struggling to get some sleep when a nurse opens the door and walks in with a tray full of medicine bottles and syringes.
I don't remember anyone mentioning any of that, and I hate medicine, totally scared of syringes, the one on my arm is enough torture for me to handle. Thank God they put it there when I was still asleep or rather, still passed out.
"Uhm... Hey, am I supposed to... You know get injected?" I question eagerly.
"No, dear, I'm only supplying your pills, what would you like to have for dinner?" the nurse in a white dress asks sweetly and I calm down.
"Can I get ice cream?" I ask.
"Oh no, you can't. That's not good for you, maybe some rice and chicken?" she asks and I nod. Even though I'm really craving some vanilla ice-cream. Or a frappé maybe? I don't know.
"Okay then. How many pills do I take?"
She places the tiny bottle of pills on the table next to my bed and I cringe when she points at a small bottle full of yellow pills.
"Take two before your meal. I'll bring you some water and your food. Incase of anything, just press that red button," she points to a button on the wall right above my head.
"Okay, thanks,"
As soon as she walks out, I grab my phone from the table and find a goodnight text from Blake. I quickly draft him one too.
He's been nothing but of help to me and he's really caring and I can't thank him enough.
I know I should give him an answer soon and in my mind, the answer is already there for sure.
Ten minutes later, another nurse walks in. She has a blue medical mask on, her hair is also covered like she's from the theatre and she's holding a tray full of syringes.
She doesn't say anything to me and I wonder why, so I choose to speak.
"Is my food ready yet? I sent another nurse though," she keeps quiet and places the tray on the table and begins to fill five syringes with a liquid.
I swallow hard.
I can feel my armpits warming up and sweat forming as I look at how she's holding up the syringes to check if they are full. She pats them with her index finger one by one.
"Hey, uhm, I believe those aren't supposed to be given to me," I say weakly through the oxygen mask and she ignores me.
"Excuse me... Did you hear me?" I ask, placing my phone by my side on the bed.
"Ofcourse I heard you bitch!" she snaps and turns to face me and pulls the medical mask off her face.
"Sabrina! What are doing here?" I gasp in utter surprise.
My heart is threatening to break my rib cage right now.
She let's out an evil laugh and moves closer to my bed and pats my cheek in mockery.
Cruella De Vil. I say to myself inwardly.
"I came to see you, you little whore, I see you're bedridden. Look at you, so weak and helpless. I can do anything to you right now and you won't be able to lay a finger on me. I've had enough of you chasing after Blake,"
"What do you want? Leave me alone. Just go!" I try to yell but my voice is weak.
"Last chance Kyrah, leave Blake alone and we won't have a problem," she crosses her arms across her chest of fake boobs.
At this point I don't know what she might do to me and I can't think straight when my heart is beating so fast. My entire body is weak and moving is now a problem.
I love Blake, I fell in love with him along time ago, I just don't understand why Sabrina always butts in even though I am not yet Blake's girlfriend. My heart won't allow me to fall for her tricks.
"Blake is mine and I am his. So stop all this madness and go back to where you came from, you cursed demon," I am now angry and her presence makes me want to gag.
"Poor thing. You think Blake is yours huh? Sorry girl, we'll see who gets to him first. Oh wait," she laughs, "you won't because you're not leaving here alive,"
Her high-pitched voice is annoying urgh!
"Sabrina, I don't want to argue with you, just leave!" I shout and groan in pain. My chest hurts, really bad.
"Honey, I'm not leaving until I teach you a lesson, like I did to some other girl who tried hooking up with Blake," she chuckles and I roll my eyes.
My eyes move with her as she sits on the table on my bedside and leans in to look at me.
"You're pathetic, Kyrah!" she says through gritted teeth and I sigh. She stands up and slowly walks to the wall where a painting of a lion has been propped. Her back is on me and I take the chance and pick my phone which has been lying next to me and dial Scott's number, placing the phone by my side.
I hope he hears all of this.
"You see, we had no problem when you weren't all over my man. There's a reason as to why Blake doesn't ever date. You'll soon find out, you stubborn human," she grunts and turns to face me, walking slowly to the table and picking three syringes in her hand, holding them firmly in one hand and I swallow hard.
"But before you make any stupid decision of falling for my Blake, allow me to teach you a lesson,"
My eyes widen as she lifts her hand and tries to forcefully inject me with God-knows-what those needles contain. I block her hands with mine, trying very hard to push her as I scream but my voice comes out more like a whisper behind the oxygen mask.
This bitch is too strong for me today.
She strains to push my hands back down as I watch the sharp needles starring back at me and I swat at her arm, making the syringes scatter on the floor.
"Little bitch!" she yells and I try to leave my bed but the drip on my hand won't allow me to go far.
Sabrina picks one of the trays, throws all that was placed on the tray to the floor and hits me on the head with it, sending me back on my bed.
Struggling to move my weak body, I realize I might as well let her kill me because I am too weak to help myself.
Sabrina moves closer and pulls my arm mercilessly.
"No! Please, don't pull it out," I beg, referring to the needle and tube injected in my arm. "Let me go Sabrina!"
"I told you I am your worst nightmare and don't you ever mess with me or my boyfriend!!" she warns.
Tears are racing down my cheeks and I can't help but think, 'Scott, where are you when you're needed?'
Sabrina slaps me on my left cheek and immediately pulls the needle out of my arm, forcefully! The pain is unbearable. She then grabs a handfull of my hair and looks me dead in the eye. A death-ray glare that makes my heart skip a beat, and a cold shiver run down my spine, then she spits on my face and pushes me back on the bed. She picks up a surgical knife and cuts a part of my arm, right where the needle was and I let out a shrill cry.
She switches off the oxygen supply and walks to the door before turning.
"You'll die a slow death," and she walks out leaving me struggling to get air. I am trying to catch my breath but nothing is happening. A weak me is holding on to the bed so tight, wheezing, stretching towards the oxygen source but I can't reach it. I try to reach above my head to press the emergency button, which I had totally forgotten about, but my arm falls back to my side. Blood is oozing from my arm on to the white tiled floor.
I can't breathe!
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