I stared up at the doctor. How could he hate patients so much that he feels the need to kill them? I wouldn’t. Not ever. Not that I’m a doctor.

That was what was running through my head I took my last breaths. The lights pierced through my eyes. I felt sick. And that wasn’t the worst part either. It was that there was no escape. My arms were clasped either side of me, on the bed in which they wer...