(Nah, that's to romantic for DR 😛 )
Allor bit back a scream as she felt two needles pierce her already injured skin. She was blinded by a bright light that hung over her.
"A tough one, aren't you?" came an unfamiliar voice.
"Try to be." she retorted.
"It's almost over."
"What are you doing?"
"Helping your wounds heal. You won't be any help injured. Of course yoour memory still needs to e erased."
Allor started to struggle but found her hands and ankles strapped to the medical bed.
"We thought you might try to escape."