The Cell Part 2

Part 2 of The Cell - Please start with part 1 if you have not read it yet.

His mind raced... he thought of all the time they had spent together, snuggled up on the couch watching movies. Talking about everything they could imagine sharing. Perfection was the only word he could come up with in his mind to describe her. Now she was leaving him here, and she was the reason for his panic in the first place.

After staring out the window for an amount of time he couldn't quantify he went back to the bed and sat down. He could hear children crying, and the sounds of gurneys being rolled by outside the magnetically locked doors. He read, and re-read the bill of rights printed on some sort of metal material and then sealed in a plastic barrier informing him he had the rights to an attorney, and the rights to avoid unfair treatment. He coudn't imagine being treated much more unfairly than this. Sure, things had been stressful lately, but nothing for which he needed to be institutionalized.

He laid back down on the bed and stared at the flickering fluorescent lights and waited. He dozed again.

He was awakened by the door opening. A woman in a white coat, carrying a clipboard entered the room and signaled for the door to be locked again.

"Good morning Brian, how are you feeling?" she said.
"What the hell is going on here? Where is Sarah? Why am I locked in this room? I did nothing wrong, I'm not ill, I just want to know what is happening. And who is Brian? My name is Paul."

She simply stood there, staring at him, her face a mix of confusion and evil which he'd never seen before.

"We're going to give you some medication to help calm your nerves. I'm sure the stress of what has happened is very difficult for you cope with right now. I can assure you that everything will be alright."

Suddenly he was surrounded by four orderlies in purple scrubs. Their faces were covered with thick masks of skin, and their eyes peered at him from behind veils of sarcastic, put on concern.

He struggled, but it was no use. He screamed for help, but no one came. He felt the needle poke, familiar and painful in his right arm... then the blackness came again. Sweet, comforting and terrifying until it almost became too intense for him. As he faded he noticed doctor begin to examine something which looked eerily like a severed finger, bleeding profusely. He wondered if it was his... his fingers didn't hurt, but he couldn't really see anything at this point.

"Take him to section 4. We'll continue there." were the last words he heard before he blacked out.