Theo sat before his large screen as his nurses tightened the straps around my arms and legs, binding me to the stretcher. He watched my vitals appear in detail on the black display—heart rate and blood pressure translated into sharp, pulsing graphs. After the straps were secured, one of the nurses placed a stethoscope on my chest to examine my heart.
"Breathe slowly, and stay calm," she said, and I tried to steady my breath.
My whole body was in panic—my head and hands trembling, my legs fidgeting, tears twinkling in my eyes. There was a f*****g murderer sitting right next to me, and this nurse expected me to stay calm somehow?
Her brows furrowed as she noticed my heartbeat climbing faster than it had during the last two doses. I looked her in the eyes, tears trickling down the
