Colby's POV
I had woken up with a pounding headache.
My arm felt limp and I couldn't remember a thing.
Nothing that had happened or how I end up here.
I assumed I was in a hospital somewhere in Dubai.
I remembered being sick in the hotel bathroom and..
Ronnie.
I turn to the figure beside me.
He wore a white coat and blue scrubs.
He noticed my battle with myself out the corner of his eyes.
He turned to me with an innocence but also a sense of annoyance,
"Ah Mr Brock! I see you have woken up, how are you feeling?" He spoke through gritted teeth and a British accent,
"Where is my wife- Ronnie- where is Ronnie?" I questioned as I began to grow more anxious.
I looked down at my body to see wires and tubes attached to my wrists and arms.
I hissed at the pain once I ripped some sort of drip from my forearm.
Blood started to trail down my arm but I couldn't focus on myself.
I had to find her.
I had to find Ronnie,
"Sir, you need to rest!" The doctor ordered with a stern voice,
"I'm perfectly fine!" I argued back as I tried to force my body to move,
"Your wound has opened up, you need to sit down immediately!" The doctor continued to bark but it just encouraged me to try more.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself off of the hospital bed.
Falling to the floor and slamming into the icy cold flooring.
I hissed through my teeth and extended my strong arm outwards.
Pulling on the leg of the purple chair that was sat at the side of the bed.
Gripping tightly and blocking out everything that the doctor had been saying.
He didn't make me feel safe.
Ronnie did,
"Ronni- AHH!" I called out but was paralysed by the most excratating pain I had ever felt.
I sprawled out on the cold tiles and continued to scream.
I managed to lift up my neck.
My neck felt as though it would break.
I felt as though all the life had been drained out of me.
I looked down at my limp and lifeless body.
From past expirences, it felt like a bullet.
I trailed my eyes down to a thin piece of tan cloth that was covering my body.
A dark liquid soaking through on my right side and continuing to spread like wildfire.
My neck gave out and my head slammed into the soild floor.
All I could do was scan the torture chamber vibed room for anyone to help.
I locked eyes with the doctor and he had a sinister smile spread on his face.
He was frozen still as was I.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a needle with a clear fluid inside.
He tapped his finger twice on the tube then started to longingly stroll over.
I tried to move.
I tried to scream but I felt as though I would tear apart if I moved.
I was in too much pain to move.
The doctor stopped at my left side and knealed down beside me,
"No-" I manage to mutter out,
"Oh yes" the doctor laughed out and pierced the needle into my limp arm.
I seen white and then everything was blank-
Q: what's a good C.B fanfic?
Q: is this storyline to stereotypical/is it old product?