#Chapter 90- Visiting

The King’s men swoop in and yank Doc’s arms behind his back, apprehending him with much more force than is necessary for such a gentle, old man. I feel sick. They drag us both through the hall. We pass rigid-standing guards with flat expressions and dozens of stunned hospital workers. We enter a stairwell and the guards begin to pull us down the stairs like we were a couple of rag dolls. “Let’s be civilized here,” Doc says, his voice echoing in the stairwell. I’m proud to call him my friend. We get outside and the guards drop me so fast, that I’m knocked down, tumbling onto the sidewalk, scraping the skin off my knees. I look up and they’re taking Doc away. I get up and race after them, but three gammas, stationed outside, rush to block me from reaching them. I crane my head past them to see. I catch sight of Doc being pushed into a car. “Doc -“ The car doors slam. I’m so sorry. “Fuck!” I scream without caring who hears.