The Breach

Part Four - E.R.

(This chapter is undergoing editing; my apologies for the possible punctuation mistakes)

𝖂aking up in an unknown place while strapped to a bed usually wasn't a great sign. Unfortunately, this is exactly where Alina found herself.

Alina wasn't fully conscious, from what she could tell, but she was aware enough to know she wasn't at home. Her eye sight was hazy and was nearly tunnel vision. Her head was pounding and so was her neck. Oddly, it felt as though her brain was being squeezed by a flaming hand. Alina could vaugly make out blobs of blue and white on what she thought was a wall. Sounds seemed to all blend together. Much like how you can send a beam of light through a prisim to split the colors into a rainbow, and then send it though another prisim to blend them together again. Except this was with sound. She couldn't make out one voice from another. If those were even voices that she was hearing. Along with her head, her body was tingling like a thousand needles were pricking from inside her skin.

Alina turned her head to the right so that she could make out more of her situation. In doing this, spikes of pain were sent down her back and into her limbs. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to scrunch her toes and wiggle her fingers. Okay, she thought. So, at the very least, she wasn't paralyzed.

Alins must have been making noise because a blob of white came though the door and stopped next to her. Before Alina could say anything, a wave of relief crashed over her. She felt almost weightless before the room went black again.

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"Alina, Alina, are you awake yet, Alina?" A voice echoed around her head as she slowly came around. Her vision was still a bit fuzzy, but the headache was almost completely gone. She could hear sounds separately again; enough to make out her mum's voice. It took her a moment, but she finally drew in a breath to speak.

"Yeah, I think." She said while getting the chance to observe the strange room a bit more. It was almost completely white-themed with accents of blue and silver splattered everywhere. She was wrapped in cotton blue sheets on a bed with straps hugging around her limbs. The walls displayed blue and silver, marble paintings, but that was about all there was except for all of the scary gadgets and machines surrounding her. Her mum placed an arm on her own chest while throwing her head back and sighing in relief.

"Oh, thank the heavens! I was worried there for a moment. The doctors said you'd been out cold on the street." This was all new information for Alina. She was still trying to piece everything together when she remebered that night. The night she was at the wall. Her eyes widened with fear as she let in a smal gasp. Forgetting about her restraints, Alina tried to get up, only to be pulled back down. Her head hit back against the most whiplash-inducing pillow she'd ever experienced.

Alina tugged and squirmed as she yelled out to the nurses to let her go. A few people in lab coats that she knew as "the blobs of white" rushed in, apologizing to her mum while messing with some of the odd-looking machines.

"No! Let me out! They are going to throw me in prison! Mum, don't listen to their words of poison!" Alina yelled while shakinh her entire body against the straps that held her close to the hospital bed.

"Our apologies ma'am. Your daughter is under many sedatives that can interfere with her perception of reality. Right now, she is supposed be asleep until they can fully wear off and complete her recovery process." A man spoke to her mum while screwing a tube into a bag of gloopy, tan serum.