LILIANA.
Okayyy… so, I may or may not have been kidnapped.
Let's breath for a few minutes. C'mon think. Last thing I remember: Anastasha face, Me saying- what did I say?
"What is the worse that could happen"
I stare at the ceiling.
"wow" I whisper. "It is like the universe heard that and said bet."
Okay let not jump into conclusions. Maybe this is a medical thing. Maybe I fainted. Maybe this is a very intense post-concert checkup. Artists care about their fans now.
Growth.
Then I notice the restraints again.
And the machines.
And the fact that I am very clearly on an operating table
"Okay. Definitely been kidnapped"
I am mid-spiral when the door.
Two people walk in. Head to toe in dark scrubs. Masks on. Gloves. No name tags. No bedside manner. No vibes.
Rude.
They don't acknowledge me at first. One taps on a table. The other adjusts a monitor. I am Apparently furniture.
"Hi", I say. 'Just checking- am I being murdered today or is this more of a long- term arrangement"
Nothing. C'mon Lily steeze and composure.
"okay". I continue. "Because I am booked and busy this weekend, so if we could speed-run whatever this is, I'd appreciate it."
The shorter one finally looks at me. Her eyes are sharp in a way that tells me she has never laughed at a joke in her life.
"Name."
"Oh! Introductions," I beam. "Love that. Liliana. No last name. We're on a first-name-only basis because I am deeply uncomfortable."
"Age"
" I stopped counting after the 2nd century. But I would like to say… I am old enough to know better, young enough to still make bad decisions apparently.
The taller one exhales slowly. I am guessing out of annoyance.
"Medical history."
I blink. "Like… emotionally? Or are we skipping straight to the trauma?"
"Any chronic conditions."
"Yeah," I say. "Curiosity. Also, a mild authority problem."
The shorter one's jaw tightens.
"Genetic anomalies."
I gasp. "Wow. Buy me dinner first."
She steps closer. I can now see a syringe in her hand, and suddenly humor becomes a coping mechanism instead of a personality trait.
"What medications are you currently taking?" she asks.
"Caffeine. Delusion. Hope on a good day."
The taller one leans over me, voice low. "you are not taking this seriously"
I look at him. Really look.
"You tied me up." I say gently. "I'm taking this very seriously. I just cope with fear by being annoying".
Silence.
"Sedate Her"
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
"Wait—WAIT," I say quickly. "Okay, okay, fine. Let's rewind. We don't need to bring drugs into this. We can talk. I'm a great conversationalist. Ask anyone. Ask Anastasha. Actually—please don't ask Anastasha. She's already going to say I told you so."
The needle glints as it moves closer.
I laugh breathlessly. "Can we just acknowledge how insane this escalation is? I go to a concert and suddenly I'm in a budget horror film?"
My heart slams against my ribs. Then the cold slides into my vein.
My vision starts to blur, lights melting together like wet paint.
As the darkness pull me under, I mumble-
Yeah… turns out that was the worst that could happen"
Then everything goes black.