Misunderstood Control

Control

Her skin was freezing, and everything around her was a blinding white haze. Slowly lifting herself up, loralie rubbed her arm where Dr. Senka had injected her. It felt bruised and swollen, but loralie instead looked around at the surrounding area around her. It all looked the same as it used to, she could almost see Theodore laying on the cot across from her. Her hair had been neatly tied back, and her clothes were clean and thin. Her wounds had been addressed, and she had a fresh eye patch over her face. Standing back up, she saw the door had a little window to look outside at the hallway. She put her eye up to the hole, squinting. Just then, the door flung open and hit her in the head. Falling back in pain, Dr. Senka walked in. “ah, sorry loralie I didn’t see you there” she laughed as she saw loralie rubbing her head furiously. “how are you feeling?” she asked. Loralie clung on the wall for support as she stood up to face the doctor. “awful, can I see Theodore now?” she asked desperately. Dr. Senka had a troubled expression on her face as she slowly lowered her clipboard. “of course, follow me and don’t get lost.” Dr. Senka warned. Walking behind the doctor down winding hallways, it felt weird not to have shoes on again. This time she had black socks on, while looking at the other patients who had orange socks on still. Was she a target? Or was it a sign that she had to be looked out for? The cold floor beneath her was clean and cold, unlike the glass scattered halls that hurt her feet with every step. Doctor’s rushed around in and out of rooms, looking after their patients and taking notes. Dr. Senka led loralie to a room that looked more like a doctor’s office. There were tools scattered everywhere, and the air smelled of chemicals. “stay here, Theodore will be here shortly.” Dr. Senka instructed as she walked out the door back into the hall. The room was small and white, like everything else. Why couldn’t they pick another color? “is it just because it’s easier to see the blood?” she mumbled to herself jokingly, laughing at her own joke. She could hear footsteps outside the door of doctors rushing around, ordering their patients. Why did she need to wait in the room for Theodore? Couldn’t they just see each other? Suddenly, the door handle turned and a man walked in. Locking the door behind him, he shoved the keys into his lab coat pocket. “hello?” loralie asked in confusion. That couldn’t be Theodore, he had a white coat on. “hello dear loralie, it’s been a while.” He turned around to face her.