บททั้งหมดของ Lost Alpha: Switched At Birth: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 13

The first week came and went. And with it, all of Doctor Andromeda's pretense of care.The sweet, goodly doctor act faded, and she returned to her cutting, clinical tone and manners. Thankfully, I only saw her once or twice a day. She'd darken the west ward doors with a rickety metal cart containing a sparse meal, three medicine bags for the IV, and a tray of empty blood tubes. And she'd leave with a half-eaten bowl of gruel and six tubes filled with my blood.The meals could barely be called such. Cold soup with chunks of unidentifiable meat and vegetables that were obviously from three dinners passed. But I didn't complain.When she hooked those medicine bags that shone and swirled like liquid mercury and fed them into my small, bruised arms, I didn't complain. When the medicine burned and made me feel like I was dying the most painful death imaginable, I didn't complain. And when she stood over my writhing body, glaring down at me as though each moment of agony was punishment for b

"Is there a problem?" Doctor Andromeda asked, her eyes narrowing as she stood over me, hanging a fresh IV bag on the stand. She squeezed the bag a few times and thumped the line leading into my arm to get the thick fluid flowing.What the hell had she been feeding into my veins all this time? What had I unwittingly drunk down during all those visits to the infirmary? The questions compounded, and none had any answers in sight. Which only made the fear worse.Focus, Aurelia. Focus. Right. I shook my head and offered a warm smile at the imposter, spooning another mouthful of sludge into my face. "I'm just... thinking about how grateful I am. I know you said it's your job, but... without you, I'd have been dead years ago.""I know. You're weak. You've always been weak. And even with all my hard work and effort, you'll always be weak." The doctor sneered, shifting away to scribble on her clipboard once more.