One on One?(closed)

(Ummm… Bai internoot stranger)

(back and time skip to when she wakes up?)

(Uhh….. shure)

(oki den)

(My wifi cut out yesterday because a squirrel blew something up, sorry)
She woke up, her head pounding. Fatigue clawed at her, telling her to fall back asleep. The side effects of chloroform . . .

(it's fine)

Max was in an another room, on his phone to waste time.

(Well, it seems I spend too much time watching BTS)
"What the hell man," She muttered, adjusting her eyes to the light.

(lol)

Isabella was in a fancy room, it didn't look a room people would wake up in if they were kidnapped.

(The problems ARMY face)
"What the bloody hell am I seeing,"

Max walked into the room, "Looks like you finally woke up."

"Well, how long's it been?" She asked. That was also pretty lame and cliche of you to say.

"I think about 2-3 days." He answered.

"You're only supposed to use 900 ppm," She said, shifting to a sitting position.

"How do you know that?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"How don't I know that?" And now I'm answering a question with a question. She sighed.

"What do you mean?"

What don't I mean? She thought. "I research different chemicals used for anesthetics because I like to, It's interesting, And I wrote an essay about that kind of stuff too. And I have memorized most of the anesthetic drugs, like propofol, etomidate, isoflurane, benzodiazepines, and barbiturates."

"Okay then."

"Anyways, Could you tell me where I am and Why I am here?" She said.

"Only time will tell." He replied.

"How helpful, Thank you for letting me know this very useful piece of information," Blah, blah, blah.

"You're welcome." He said sarcastically, bowing.

"So are we going to continue this useless bickering? Or are we gonna move on with our lives? Is my head supposed to be lopped off? Am I going to be tortured to death? Or is something actually exciting going to happen?" She asked.

"What do you think is going to happen?" He asked.

"I don't know. The end of the world?" She said sarcastically.

"Okay then. Prepare for the end of the world, it's tomorrow." He said sarcastically before playfully winking at her and leaving.

Now, what am I supposed to do? She lay back down, her joints cracking and the stress on her muscles leaving.

Max sighed and walked to his room.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 . . ."

He flopped down on his couch while groaning