(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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Am I dead?
I blink my eyes to clear my vision and all I see is white. I know my ass didn't make it to heaven so where am I?
My other senses start picking up and I smell alcohol. Not liquor but cleaning alcohol? My vision becomes clearer and the pale blue ceiling is obscured by the bright fluorescent light. I hear a beeping to my left...
Ain't no fucking way?
Not again. Not again!
"NOT AGAIN!"
I already lost two limbs, I'm not losing shit else. I quickly hop up and pull the IV from my arm, frantically trying to get off the bed.
Dumbass didn't strap me down this time but suddenly I feel hands pushing me down
"No. Stop!"
"We're gonna have to sedate her again"
Huh?
I look to see three nurses and X in front of me
"Wait!"
I hold my hands out and go completely still
"I'm ok"
I sit up and scoot to the very top of the bed. I tuck into myself while hugging myself. My breathing is erratic but I try my very best to come down. I don't wanna sleep again. I don't wanna relieve that fucking night. The night Klaus took my arm and leg. The night I laid in a pit of ice until almost getting hypothermia
The night I died
Klaus kept his fucking promise of resurrecting me and man did I suffer because of it
Everyone in the room looks at me with concern
"Please. Please don't sedate me"
The nurse looks at X and he nods at her. She come to me cautiously
"Ok. We won't but you need to lay properly so we can aid you. We don't need your stitches popping out"
The fuck is she talking about? Matter fact, why the fuck am I in the hospital?
Think Erin. Think
Coby, breakfast, bath, parents...
Oh
I look down my gown to see stitches traveling from my neck to my pelvis. That is until two fall off. My skin cells begin to grow over the cut like it was never there. I look up and make direct eye contact with X. He's giving me a strange look
"Can I speak to the doctor alone, please?"
The nurses look hesitant before X gives them the ok. They exit and the room gets silent. X takes a seat on the end of the bed
I'm not getting asked questions or probed about my healing abilities but I was cut open so someone saw something.
