Cries in re-write for the third time (needles?)

I re-wrote this intro to my novel for the THIRD time now, and its starting to get on my nerves.... just read it if you want to lol I open my eyes to a bright light, “Am I dead?” Wait no, that's ridiculous! My eyes slowly adjust and I can make out a small cot in the corner of the bare room, a white room. Did I get put into a metal hospital or something? I scan the room for any details that might tell me where I am. I looked down with some difficulty to see where I sat. If it's this hard for me to move my head, then I was out a long time. “Where am I?” I lifted my hands sluggishly, and inspected them. Huh? A white wristband? The band read, “008.” Odd. I force myself away from the unsettling thoughts that followed. “Where am I?” I say a little louder than before, hoping for a response. What am I doing, waiting for a response? Idiot- A loud blare echoed through the small room, followed by an intercom message. “Number 008, do not be alarmed. We will send in a staff member shortly. Number 008, do not be alarmed. We will send in a staff member shortly.” The recording repeated the same thing twice more. I recoiled from the loud noise in the previously silent room. A few seconds later I adjusted my position slightly, stretching my arms and legs. Who’s going to come? Are they going to help me? Answer my questions? The wall opened, quite literally, and a young man stepped in. He looked around his early twenties, wearing a white lab coat and glasses. He had a slight vitiligo, dusty purple hair and violet eyes. He was carrying a clipboard and pen, then I saw it. What’s that? The wall closes behind him, he then looks up from the clipboard and faces me. A glint of reflected light hits me in the eye, from the thing I was looking at. I tear my attention from it and meet the man’s gaze. Who is he? “Number 008, I’m just going to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?” He asks with a slight smile. I feel like this has happened before. I look at him for a moment. “Who are you?” “Oh how rude of me, I am Benjamin Cromwel. But you can call me Ben or Mr Cromwel, whatever is easier.” I just stare at the man. He looks kind, but maybe he’s trying to get me to say something. “Ben?” I question, trying to see whether or not to call him that. “Yes. But can I ask you the first question?” Ben asks, glancing at the clipboard. His smile never faltered, nor his open posture. I look away, staring at the now very interesting crack in a white tile, but still nod. “Great! For starters, what is your name?” I’ve never thought about my name yet. “I’m-” I cut off looking at my hands again, Who am I? What’s my name? “I-I don’t know my name.” I trailed off, becoming consumed by my thoughts. There goes my mind! The government has found me! They probably took me off grid and are going to question then kill me! How will I escape! What did they want from me? “Are you okay 008?” Ben questions, and I look up at him. “Can we move on now?” “Yes.” I say. “Okay, do you know where you live?” “Ouverdon in Central Athelgardian?” I pause for a moment, “I think.” “That’s not good.” Ben mutters to himself, as he takes out a syringe from the pocket that’d reflected light earlier. No good, I’m terrified of needles. I try to back into the wall as he takes a few steps closer. “I’m sorry 008, but you remember. Dr Kinson doesn't want you remembering anything… yet.” “Wh-Who’s Kinson?” I ask watching him come closer. I can feel my anxiety spike, the tightness in my chest becoming overwhelming. His eyes darkened, “That’s Dr Kinson, to you.” Ben crouched down, becoming level with my gaze. “And anyways, you won’t remember this conversation anyways. So I suggest you have sweet dreams, and I’ll tell you tomorrow, sounds good?” He smiled. “No.” I shudder at the sweet, cool tone in his voice. He brought the syringe up to my arm, and pressed the liquid under my skin. My face grew white in fear, with my chest growing tighter and tighter. “Either way, you don’t have a choice. Goodnight 008.” Those were the last words I heard, before blacking out. 🥦😊