The syringe shined in Dr. Cross’s hand, looking sharp and threatening that made Sophia's stomach twist. Dr Cross walked closer, calm and steady, as if this was something normal. Behind her, Jessica stood with a soft smile on her lips, like she had been waiting for this moment all along.
“Now, Sophia,” Dr. Cross said in a calm, professional voice, “this will be much easier if you don’t fight . The medicine will help with the paranoia you’ve been feeling.”
Sophia pressed herself against the window, feeling the cold glass on her back. The city lights sparkled far below—so close and yet so out of reach. People down there were living their lives, free and unaware of what was happening up here.
“I’m not paranoid,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady even though her heart was racing. “I
