Separation Anxiety

Chapter Sixteen | Talking

~Clay's P.O.V~

Who knows how many weeks have passed since I last heard from a human being? I have attempted to tear out my I.V ten times but every time I would try, I would get highly sedated. The panic attacks kept coming, more than two times a day. When I would have a panic attack the only thing that could somewhat calm me down was George's shirt; it still smelt like him. I knew that they were feeding me through the I.V; because I was slowly bringing on weight. Nothing compared to George feeding me of course. They had to have known that I do not eat. This sucked; I had tried several times to open the door by banging my fists into it or kicking it. It never budged. I paced around my room when I heard a voice. I could not believe it, was there actually a human speaking to me or is it just my imagination?

"How are you feeling Dream?"

"Who's there?!"

I looked around trying to see if anyone was there; there was no one there. Why are they calling me Dream?

"I'm speaking through the speakers, we have been asked not to engage with you for safety precautions."

The voice sighed. I had no clue where it was coming from, it was a somewhat high-pitched female voice.

"And why? Do you think I am gonna kill you or something? Wait no, you are probably right! Where the hell am I?!"

I yelled suddenly, very pissed off.

No response came; it just made things worst. I considered trying to tear off my I.V but every time it just ended up with me getting heavily sedated. I decided to instead bang on the door, trying so hard to get out. My knuckles started bleeding and I felt tired quickly. Here we go again; I almost did not make it over to my bed before I was knocked out cold.

I woke up and stood up slowly, I was still drowsy from the sedatives. I was genuinely bored. the one time I was able to talk to a human and they fucking sedated me.

"Hello? Can I talk to someone or something? I'm really bored! What do you suggest me to do while I am stuck here, wherever it is that I'm even stuck at?"

I looked at the camera, I knew they were watching. They were always watching.

"Maybe if you would let me talk to George, we could make some kind of deal?"

I really hoped that they would agree.

"What's deal are you proposing?"

A different voice spoke after a few minutes.

"I won't ever take out my I.V or bang on the door only if you let me talk to George for an hour."

I was hopeful, I needed to talk to George.

"How about we add one other thing to that deal?"

The same voice spoke, I did not like how he sounded. It gave me a weird feeling down my spine.

"What else do you want from me?"

I sighed, they were ticking me off.

"For you to eat on your own, not every meal, just breakfast. Then we will put your I.V back in and we will let you talk to George for thirty minutes every day, not including today. Today we will be nice and let you talk to him for an hour."

His voice was clearly modified now that I listened to it closely, I thought about his deal for a bit but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to speak to George. It was only breakfast, not even a big meal. I could hold it down.

"I accept your deal."

"Alright, here is how this is gonna work: Starting tonight you will go to bed without an I.V, after breakfast, you will be able to talk to George for 30 minutes before we reapply your I.V. You must be able to eat all your breakfast before talking to George and allow us to easily reapply your I.V."