Voiceless

Chapter Nineteen

I was slowly feeling sleepy and that made me feel pathetic. How can anyone sleep at a time like this? I heard the doctor chuckle and suddenly placed a hand on my cheek. I jerked my head viciously, sickened by his touch.

"The sedative is working. You won't be much trouble now" he whispered before circling her chair and stopping in front of her legs. She lashed out with her foot, achieving a kick to the stomach. She attempted to cross her legs, knowing what was coming but her mind was blurry, hazily drifting from thought to thought. The thought of her labour starting scared her. Of course it was going to hurt, but can she survive it?

As the pill took its toll on her Dr Jeffrye began moving her legs. She whimpered as she weakly tried to push him away but the pill subdued her. She gasped as she abruptly felt the cold sensation of a gel placed inside her. 

"This gel might induce your labour in an couple of hours or in a matter of minutes. I'll know when it has started, I mean who can ignore the painful screams and shrieks of a woman giving birth" Dr Geffrye announced with a laugh laced with casualty. In that moment of anger and self-pity I lashed out with my foot, touching the leg of a surgical table. The sharp contents clashed to the ground, causing a loud shatter to occur. The noise deafened me for a few seconds with an irritating high ring pounding in my left ear. Dr Geffrye grabbed me by the cheek, painfully squeezing his hand.

"You're at your most vulnerable Hazel. Don't make me angry" he hissed. He glared at me with his cold blue eyes before picking up a sharp surgical knife from the floor. He slowly pressed it to my skin and with a little pressure I felt the tip pierce my cheek. The knife was pulled down in a painstaking slow pace and I froze, refusing to even move in case the knife slipped. I felt a stream of crimson pour of the new wound. The cut stopped above my lip. 

"You know I'm skilled with a knife... don't let me show you how much of an expert I am" he said before dropping the bloody knife to the floor. My eyes were blurry with the tears but they didn't fall. Dr Geffrye left the room.

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Somewhere a few feet below Arturo was pacing the little cellar he was concealed in. The ticking of the clock irriated him and for a split second he had the sudden urge to grab it and throw it across the dirty wall. Surely the shatter of glass would have decorated the wall enough to stop him feeling so claustrophobic. The lack of movement he had in the room made him yearn to go up the stairs and just run. Even more since he communicated with Hazel. Although they shared a handful or words he couldn't help but feel like he had a connection. He refused to believe they were only linked for the sole purpose of conceiving a child. Arturo was a spiritual man and believed in his lucky stars. His gut instict told him it was fate to be united with Hazel in such a special manner.

Recently it occured to him that he will be a father. Although he didn't have a relationship with Hazel ,nor did he bond with the baby, he felt impelled to do something. Fulfill his responsibility. He crossed his arms under his bed and laid down on the bed with a relaxed smile. Staring at the ceiling he counted down the days of when he can finally be released from this dirty room and attempt a start with Hazel. 

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Dr Geffrye came back now sporting white gloves. "It's taking longer than I want it to" he muttered. He prepared a syringe and impregnated it with a strange green serum. I shuddered at the colour of the liquid. 

"What's that?" I whispered, the fight drained out of me. Dr Geffrye smiled. "A new creation. It is supposed to increase the level of adrenaline in your body. As you're pregnant and have plenty of hormones that I can experiment with, I'm hoping this serum will kick-start the process of labor" he explained. The doctor wiped a spot on my arm with a sterile cloth and then injected me. I witnessed the cold green liquid being pushed through the orifice he created with the use of the sharp needle.

The effect was instant. My muscles contracted and I screamed out in pain. Dr Geffrye's chuckle seemed acres away as the pain evolved inside me. Sweat slid down my forehead. And then it subsided. 

"Did I mention that it enhances the strength of a contraction Hazel?" the doctor included. I stared at him, every piece of me pulsing with hatred for that men but before I could scream out exactly what I thought of him the pain of another contraction palpitated violently. Abruptly my hatred channeled out of me and all at once I just pined for Arturo's company. I longed for his sleepy eyes, his warm personality. He needed to be here with me. How was I supposed to go through all of this by myself? The doctor patted my forehead and kissed it mockingly. I weakly moved my head away from him. 

"Do you want anything young Hazel?" he asked me with a taunting grin. I knew he didn't expect me to answer back but I couldn't help but just try. 

"Arturo" I whispered and then I was interrupted by another contraction that erupted from my very core. Dr Geffrye walked in front of me, "You're only 2cm dilated" he announced disappointingly. 

"Please, just bring Arturo" I pathetically begged. I was in too much pain to notice the doctor's eyebrows shoot up. He left the room but before closing the door he said "You're in for a rough night Hazel, do try and stay quiet. We have other patients to look after". The clanging of the door echoed in my ears. As he shut the door he made his way towards the staircase, each step bringing him closer to a certain cell...

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