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Chapter 5.0 - It Gets Worse Trust Me
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'Head up, shoulders straight, hold your breath in, and smile like as if everything is okay'. Hermione repeated this to herself each time she entered the testing rooms. Her lips curled upwards with her teeth shining white and her head up with an aura that screamed: "I love my job!"
Even though she doesn't, in fact, who would? She pondered whether her co-workers felt the same. Having their stomach drop to the floor watching the screaming children cry for their parents and sisters. Hermione surely doesn't like this at all. She doesn't like the way their eyes watch her like a hawk each time she walks past them, she doesn't like their small malnourished bodies leaning on top of one another like rag–dolls. She especially doesn't like the smell of their burning bodies that spread into the air each time she took a breath.
'Hold your breath in, and smile like the world is your best friend', her pink rosy lips that curled into a smile twitch when she looks at the door of the new patient brought in. The warnings engraved sending shivers across her skin as she does.
She attempts to listen but no noise slips past the metal doors. Not even a small peep. 'sound–proof?' Her fingers lightly brush against the warnings, her forehead dropping onto it as she thinks about the new victim.
She reluctantly walks away from the door and leaves to treat the other patients that are on the verge of death. As she does, she always has the inner need to want to grab her co-workers, shake their shoulders and scream "Can't you see this is wrong!", she wants them to make sense of the situation. To tell them that they are brainwashed, nothing is what it seems in here. They are not building cures, but rather war weapons to destroy other packs.
But to no avail, she cannot bring herself to speak that way. Is it because it was drilled into her at a young age? She doesn't know, or at least want to. It seemed as if she was the only one who worried about those victims inside the facility.
That same day she wondered about 'patient Silver', she couldn't sleep, her eyes and body didn't agree on this decision. For Christ sake, she had work tomorrow, she couldn't stay up thinking about some random patient.
