Chapter 87

Curtis watched Delia lying there, his mind racing. He was terrified she'd wake up like before-screaming, lost in fear. So he just lay beside her without moving an inch, eyes glued to her the whole time. Delia was caught in some awful dream again, her forehead drenched in sweat, face twisted in panic as if nightmare horrors had pulled her in. ***** Oceanvale Psychiatric Center. "Hand out, time for a shot!" snarled a figure-face too blurry to make out-holding an oversized syringe, glaring down at Delia on the bed. "Stretch your arm out!" "No, no! Please, no!" Delia cried, pulling herself into the corner of the bed, shaking all over. Her eyes were wide with fear, locked on the so-called 'nurse' in white. "Don't come near me! I don't want it! Please!" "Delia!" the figure growled through clenched teeth. "You better behave. I can't stand disobedient brats. Just do what you're told." "I said no!" Delia screamed, her terror exploding into chaos. "I'm not sick! I don't need a shot! I'm not sick