A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 48

[...but I am happy with your silence. The more you struggle the harder the stuff works to keep you under control.”]

With the lack of sight Jason turns to his ears to figure out what is happening. He can hear someone moving about the room shuffling papers and writing down notes. There is humming equipment in the room and there are faint sounds of other people being in the building just outside of a door. He figures he must still be in the hospital. The drugs must be so that he can’t make a commotion and the “voice” has a reason to keep him here. He must be a doctor of some kind. Why do they want him to be a guinea pig? What did the guy mean by “rendering”? These thoughts continue to plague him through the moments that the room remains silent. He tries to listen for more nuances of activity, but is given nothing more. In a few moments there was a bit of what sounded like whispering and then multiple sets of feet exit the room. Silence. As the last set footsteps made their way out the door. The darkness behind his eyelids became intensely darker suggesting that the lights had been turned off. As the door slowly closes under the power of a pneumatic door closer, Jason frantically tries to sort out the sounds that are pouring into the room. It’s it almost too much to decipher. Wherever he is, it is busy, and he might have heard the sound of low chatter on a two-way radio.

The racing thoughts tire him, and as his mind weakens towards sleep he tries to comfort himself with the thought of hopefully making it back into Monica’s arms. They must have told her he is in bad enough shape where she can’t see him. She would never let something like this happen to him under her watch. This is not good. He is in grave danger and is trapped in a drug cocktail induced prison.