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·Chapter Forty-Seven·

*Luna*

After a shock therapy session I just endured, I was used to the true taste of pain each time a nurse took off the halo device. They believe this was the only way to stop my "delusions" and hallucinations that I apparently have. My heart never stopped pounding inside my chest each time a staff member came near my body. 

Just the sound of their footsteps outside the door was enough to have me on edge. I didn't know how long I'd been on the Orange floor; all I remember was falling asleep beside Amir and later waking up to a taser hitting my shoulder. 

Then I woke up in this treatment room, scared to death. I tried to connect to Cami, but that didn't work. I tried Faisal and couldn't get through. The only one left was Amir—he felt distant and away from me. I straightened myself up and blocked him out, so he wouldn't feel all the shocks they were doing to me. 

A few minutes of lying on the metal bed and being restrained passed by. My heart hammered at the sound of the doorknob turning and Dr. Kim opening it. Instead, it revealed to be Decker with a plate of food. But I was close to vomiting instead.

I had no appetite. 

I felt sick to my stomach as if insects were crawling inside my chest. Just gazing at the grilled cheese sandwich and crackers sitting there in his hands. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was how I'd cook with Amir every chance we had. We would work on all his Indian meals together, and some of my cajun meals, too. Those were happy moments, happy memories between us. If only my beating heart didn't feel a severe pain inside its chambers, I would fight back right now.

After catching a glance at the time—four pm—somehow in the middle of lying here, I still ended up falling asleep. 

When I heard something fall and smash to the ground, I sprung my eyes open and saw that it was nine in the morning. I was asleep for a long time.  I couldn't say if it was the next morning or not, because for all I know it could be the next week; maybe the next month. 

Sergeant Decker called the nurse to come over and pat my face down. I knew I was sweating like crazy and could use a shower. As he helped me up, he lead me towards the door while the nurse stayed on my other side, cautiously holding me up. The staff opened the door and no matter how much I was afraid of going wherever it was that they were leading me to, I was too weak to put up a fight. The nausea in my stomach grew as we stepped onto the elevator and rode to the floor where the isolation rooms were. Cami gave me a layout of the whole building before going to the testing rooms. 

It took everything in me not to grab the nurse by the back of her head and make her lead me to the floor where we could step on ground, but then we got off on a floor that was vacant and quiet. We kept walking until we reached a set of double doors, and then farther down a long corridor with steel walls and blinking ceiling lights.