The door opened. A nurse walked in my field of view.
"Hello, dear. Sounds like you've been taking some bad decisions, lately."
She raised a syringe, grabbed the IV line that was keeping me alive, and stabbed the needle right into its port.
"First, there's joining the resistance. It's not illegal, sure. It's still an unwise choice to pick the losing side."
"Then, you started abducting government officials to... "deprogram" them. You couldn't know that it didn't work. That what you did was torture. But you had to know how badly it could go."
"Anyways, there's a third bad decision."
She slowly pushed on the piston.
"Kidnapping my sister."
I trashed against the restraints holding me in bed, to no avail.
"Oh, don't struggle, dear. I won't kill you." She grinned. "I'm here to help."
My head was becoming fuzzy.
"You see, after this gets into your veins, you won't worry about bad decisions anymore. You'll just do whatever I want. And, once you come back here, to deliver all your dosed-up "rebel" friends to me. After you bring my sister back. Well... you'll see. There's plenty of ways we can use you."