Gasoline

you're part of a machine

I try to lift my arm to get up, but I can't.

I'm tethered to this table with a numerous amount of straps and tubes running up my arms and legs.

What did I do to deserve this?

I see a navy blue stream creeping up one the tubes connected to my arm.

I can't let this enter my body. 

My hands ball up into fists as I try wildly to break free from my prison.

I'm too late.

I feel it enter my bloodstream. 

I keep thrashing around trying to stop the flow.

I'm not strong enough.

My eyes roll back into my head and I can't fight anymore. 

I hear footsteps in the hallway, and it's the last thing I hear before I pass out.