/Madison's POV/
I knew from the moment those thugs lifted me into their arms that they had no intention of hurting me. After wrapping me in a blanket like a burrito, I was carried to the back of a van which had a hospital stretcher tucked behind it.
I was too weak to move and no matter how many times I fought to keep my eyes open, it was a hopeless fight I constantly lost and surrendered to.
The next time I woke up, I was on a bed, lowered gently by one of the many men in black and gas masks.
An unfamiliar voice came running anxiously the moment I hit the bed.
"She wasn't hurt, was she?" The voice dripped with worry and soon it closed in. The bed next to me dipped as his hands reached my face. "I'm so glad you're okay." He heaved a sigh of relief as he gently caressed my face until I turned away.
