queasy.
Not the sight of blood, just my blood being drawn.
I knew without a doubt I'd be starving when I finally had the courage to open my eyes and face what was really happening, but until then, I had to keep my facade until I knew I was alone.
"I'll be on my way. Keep me posted on her and the other two."
"Yes, Doc. Safe travels."
A loud noise almost startled me to the point of movement, but I caught myself.
"That old man is scary. Rat shifters. No wonder in that old classic cartoon they had the evil genius be a white rat. What was his name again?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about, but of course, I had to keep my silence.
"Pinky was the other one. What was the main dude? Aaron? Luke...Banana..."
This felt like a lot more torture than listening to whatever gossip they were feeding me earlier. I just wanted to answer for him so I could get my silence back, but he kept going and going, tossing names like he'd get some sort of prize for remembering.
"Oh, I know! Arnold!"
"It's Brain! Pinky and the fucking Brain!" I huffed and soon regretted it. Oh, fucking hell!
I let my eyes dart open, ready to fight for my life once again, but my eyes landed on a smiling 6’6” guy with gold eyes. He had red spiked hair with hints of gold and had chocolate skin. His heritage struck me as potentially Asian, leaving me to wonder if he was multiracial.
He was buff, looking like those muscled hunks who always went to the gym.
I could see why he was a guard, and from the way his uniform barely fit over his biceps, I knew without a doubt that I was screwed.
Shit...
"If you were trying to hide the fact you were awake, you didn't fool me." His grin widened, showing his sharp white teeth. I had no clue what kind of supernatural this guy was, but my heart was leaping against my chest in worry.
I quickly glanced around the room, but it only made me fear the worst. I was boxed into a little white room with the medical bed I was lying on, a few machines to my left, and the only exit on my right.
Behind the bulk of a man who knows I heard too much.
"Um..." I paused as I said whatever came to my mind at that moment. "If you're going to kill me, can I at least get one phone call to tell the bros...uh, family...I love them? Just a minute."
I bet this man was mentally laughing at my dumb request, but it was literally the only thing that mattered to me.
Again, the guys were what came to my mind at the brink of death, and yet I'd never fully acknowledged just how much I cared about them.
If I could get a few more minutes of life, I'd race to where they were and tell them how I felt.
"You're really in love with those dudes, huh?" His response had me staring blankly at him. He stared right back before a sly grin formed on his lips as he tapped his finger to his chin.
"Ah. You're still in the closet about that, huh? Poor guys."
"Hey!" I blushed and tried to point at him, only to flinch in pain at the resistance that followed. "Ow!"
I moved my gaze to realize I was handcuffed to the bed.
"Ugh. I already know I'm either going to die or hate this captivity bullshit."
"You're weird," the man answered. I gave him a side glare.
"Not weird in the slightest. Actually, aren't you supposed to kill me or knock me out, or something? I never was really into prison escape shows, so I don't know how this works."
"I can tell right now you're going to be a bunch of trouble with your naïve, big mouth," he sighed.
"I can tell you're not supposed to insult the people you kidnap!" I argued, trying to find anything to counter his rude comment.
"I didn't kidnap you. In fact, you should be thanking me."
"Why?" I looked him up and down. "Did you secretly bring me food, because I'm starving. I really get hungry when I get my blood taken. Don't want me to eat you."
He blinked a few times, actually taken aback by my comment before he turned around. "Two minutes."
That was all he said as he walked out the door, leaving me attached to the bed.
"That...wasn't how I thought it would go down." I frowned in confusion, only to shake my