“Lower your knees a little bit,” Whinney told me.
I lower my knees and sit up straight, crossing my legs under me. Vinnie shifted his weight on the bed. He ran his fingers along the gauze wrapped around my face. His fingers lifted the gauze on the side of my head. Remove the tape.
He unwrapped the bandage. My heart is beating even harder!
As he did more and more, he took off the gauze. I felt a twinge in my chest.
A dim light was creeping into my complete darkness. Light poured in from the edges, but the center of my vision remained black. The gauze pressure was gone, but I could still feel something covering my eyes. Winnie grabbed something. I squeezed my eyes shut, pain spreading down my cheeks to my temples.
Whinney pulled the covering over my eyes, it tugged at my eyelashes. Winnie gasped. It's like my eyelids are stuck together. I peeled them apart with difficulty. I finally slowly opened my eyes, and the pain on my forehead was very painful. The skin around my cheeks and above my nose is also very tight.
Everything around him became blurry. I had never worn glasses before and now everything seemed like a haze. My eyes seem to be covered with a film!
A middle-aged man sat on the bed in front of me. It must be Dr. Whinney. He has jet black hair with a hint of gray. He wears gold-rimmed glasses.
A white lab coat was draped around him. Underneath was a plaid shirt, and this weird film over my eyes made the colors appear softer. Winnie's thin lips parted into a bright smile.
I looked past him and saw a wooden staircase leading upwards. I squinted my eyes to see more clearly. But the distance is still blurry. I managed to imagine two corridors leading to the back of the stairs.
And my IV pole. I frowned and turned my head. The metal pole is behind me. When I look directly, I'm not supposed to see this.
"Did you see that?" asked Winnie.
"Yes," I said. "But it's really vague."
Except to me, this looks like a doctor's office. There is a large counter with a sink and hanging cabinets. There is also a large desk with a worn office chair behind it. This must have been the chair I heard squeaking from.
"Look at me, Diana," he said.
He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head. His eyes scanned my face. He put his thumb against my cheek. He pushed against the tight skin and I cried out in pain.
"Unbelievable," he said, his voice above a whisper. "There was a lot of swelling on the face, but it seemed to be working."
"What did you do?" I asked.
My heart monitor beeped faster and faster.
Winnie held up his thumb and stroked the injured skin above my eyebrow. The pain spread to my temples again, and I gritted my teeth.
"What did you see?" he asked me.
“Everything in the distance is a blur,” I said. I squinted my eyes to see him clearly. His elbows seemed to rest on his knees. He leaned forward and inspected my face as if sucking it.
"The colors look weird, too. They're so...melancholy."
I blinked several times, trying to get the film off my eye.
It reminds me of when I first opened my eyes in the morning and the world I saw was hazy. That usually only lasts a fraction of a second, but now I'm stuck.
Whinney held up his finger in front of me.
"Follow my finger with your eyes, but don't move your head," he instructed me.
My eyes followed his fingers in front of me as they moved back and forth in front of me. He moved his fingers closer to my face, then further away. The burning pain behind my eyes got worse from all this movement.
"It's just awesome," he said. "Where does it still hurt?"
"It hurts when I move my eyes," I said weakly.
"I'll give you some painkillers," he said. "Lie down and rest."
Winnie stood up from the bed. He opened the cupboard and took out the basket. He searched through several vials. He set a vial on the counter, filled the needle of a new syringe with liquid, and injected it into a small bag.
Vinnie walked over to the bed and hung the bag next to my IV, and I watched as he attached the bag to the pump.
"are you hungry?"
"Yes," I said. "I want to drink water"
He grabbed a cup from the windowsill and filled it with water. It was handed to me and I took a sip. My throat is no longer dry and I no longer have the urge to drink water.
He held my hand and I had bruises all around my wrist.
"I can show you off, haha, you have to take better care of yourself," he said.
"I'll tell them you kidnapped me," I said.
Winnie giggled and spun around on the bed. He put his hand on the heart monitor and leaned forward to read.
"They all did the same thing, kitten," he said.
"They kidnap people and perform surgeries on them against their will?" I asked. He shrugged. "more or less."
"What on earth did you do?"
Whinny reached over and grabbed the top of my gown. I patted his hand and grabbed it by the collar. I quickly ran to the other side of the bed. He rolled his eyes.
"I turned off the heart monitor," he said. "I'm going to get those off your chest."
"I can do it," I said.
I looked down at my chest and saw wires stuck to my skin.
The beeping has stopped. He leaned against the bed rail, his hand still on top of my gown. I tried to take it away from him. He clenched his hand so tightly that he had a fistful of robes. He pulled me across the bed towards him.
He brought us close, our foreheads touching. His face was the first clear thing I could see since the bandages came off. He had black bags under his eyes. Stubble ran down his chin.
"Let's get one thing straight," he seemed to growl.
"You are mine. You are my creation. I will take care of you. Do you understand?"
"I don't want you to touch me." I pulled my robe back on again, but it didn't budge. I tried to pry his fingers away. He raised his other hand and grabbed my hair. He pushed my head down onto the pillow. He is above everyone else.
"I don't have to be so nice, Diana," he said. "I can withhold pain medication, but I don't want to see you suffer. If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll confine you to this bed. I'll do whatever it takes for you. You want this ?
I shook my head, pain pricking my skull.
Whinney grinned. He let go of my gown. I put my hand on my chest. He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. Is this a sign that he can't stand it anymore? My hands are shaking.
Wei Ni put his hand into Bai Dahang's pocket. Take a small package and tear open the top. The pungent smell of alcohol filled my nose. He pulled my nightgown down again.
"This is going to be a little cold," he warned me before rubbing against my chest. He ran it along the tape that held the wire to my chest. He slowly peeled off the tape, and I could only bite my lip to endure the pain of the tape pulling on my skin.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he moves lower on my chest. I focused on the pain around my eyes to distract myself from his fingers.
"If you did it yourself, you might tear your skin," he said. "You're damn scarred already. You know, I don't want your fair and tender skin to get hurt again."
After Winnie removed the last wire, I pulled up my robe. He rolled his eyes as he turned his back to me. He washed his hands at the sink.
I touched the swollen skin around my eyes. I winced as pain ran down my cheek.
"I'll bring you something to eat," he said, wiping his hands. "I want you to stay in bed. Do you understand?!"
"Okay," I said.
His vague figure walked up the steps, and the figure seemed to blend into the stairs. With the sound of the door closing, he finally entered the laboratory.
Before this man kidnapped me, my vision was perfect. Now I can't see and the colors don't look right. How could he be proud of this?
I threw the blanket away. Sit on the edge of the bed with your feet in the air.
I needed to find a way out of here, or at least a mirror so I could see what he was doing to me.
I grabbed the IV pole, my knees shaking as I stood.
The cold air sent shivers down my back and I pulled my robe down. I struggled to tie the thin straps together behind me. I shuffled my feet on the floor. Moving against the pole. I went to the hallway closest to me. If he comes back unexpectedly, I can lie and say I went to the bathroom.
Turning on the light switch, I saw a row of lights hanging from the ceiling flickering. Multiple doors lined the hallway. I grabbed every door handle, but it was locked.
I walked halfway down the hall. Finally a door was unlocked and I walked in, running my hand along the tiled wall until I found the switch.
The floors and walls are covered with white tiles. There was a restroom in the corner, and I realized it was the bathroom. If Weenie comes down, he'll believe my lies.
It’s great to have a mirror. I could see a blurry reflection of myself, the first thing I saw was my messy black hair.
As I got closer, I leaned in to get a better look. I raised my eyebrows when I noticed that my bright blue eyes now looked dark green.
I put my hand on the sink. I leaned closer and my face came into focus.
The skin around my eyes was swollen and I could see faint yellow bruises on my cheeks.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked into my eyes. The color change isn't the part that shocks me. My round pupils were now black vertical slits piercing green irises.
These are not my eyes!
I screamed, my knees weak. I fell to the ground. The IV was torn from my arm. I ran away from the mirror until I hit the wall behind me. I couldn't stop myself from screaming. I dug my fingers into the swollen skin on my face. My eyes started to burn and tears ran through my fingers.
These are not my eyes, these are not my eyes, I was struggling and screaming inside.
My hot blood was flowing, falling from my arms, and soaking my robe. I sobbed and cried!
It was so loud that I didn't hear Winnie running down the stairs and into the bathroom.
