Adalynn's eyes fluttered at first then squeezed tight as the blinding white light felt like it overtook all her senses. After a few moments, her eyes adjusted and she was able to take in her surroundings.
She laid in a medial bed, to her left was a toilet and small sink, a rolling curtain folded up in the corner. On her right was a stainless steel table and a beeping monitor and IV drip that she didn't notice before. Without hesitation, she ripped the IV right out of her arm, not minding the sting or blood.
She sat up in the bed, noting she was in a white tank top and white shorts, her toes curling as they made contact with the cold tile. The dull ache in her thigh and shoulder reminded her of her injury a few days back. She pulled the pristine bandages on her thigh to reveal the pristine stitches underneath, the same went for her shoulder.
Where the hell was she? Why wasn't she dead?
The door suddenly swung open. Two men in uniforms stood behind a woman in a white coat.
"Your quarantine is up. President Wallace would like to speak with you." The woman spoke up as she began to approach her, eyes locked on her bloody right arm, "Did you do this on purpose?"
Adalynn stayed quiet.
"Another quiet one I see." She sighed, going to reach for the bleeding arm only for Adalynn to pull it out of her reach. She sighed again, turning to the drawers and pulling one open, rummaging through it before turning back and handing the blonde some bandages and tape, "I will allow you to bandage it yourself. Please change and meet us in the hallway once you're done."
It was only then that she realized both of the men had a stack of clothes and shoes in their hands. Each set it down on the bed next to the girl. The three then silently exited the room, shutting the door on their way out.
Adalynn moved slowly as she changed her clothing. Out of the pile, she pulled on the blue wash jeans, gray tank top, and beige sweater cardigan overtop. She slipped on the black no lace tennis shoes before exiting the room. Her eyes caught a glance of the constellation painting on the wall behind the bed. It reminded her of her view from the Ark, a pang in her heart made her miss that place only for its familiarity and perceived safety. She was far from home now.
Where the hell was she? Where the hell were her people?
"All set?" The woman, who she assumed was a doctor, asked her. She was a gorgeous woman. Tan skin, long, silky black hair, warm brown eyes, flawless skin.
Adalynn only nodded shortly. She didn't listen to what the doctor was telling her as she took in her surroundings. She was in some type of medical ward, an empty one at that. All the other doors were open, some people in hazmat suits cleaning some rooms, some empty and prepped for the next person's stay.
The doctor led her to an elevator, the security guards following closely and blocking the only entrance and exit of the moving box. It left the girl on edge, feeling trapped.
"There's no need to be nervous here, Adalynn."
"How do you know my name?" She demanded more than questioned.
"Your people really look up to you." Was all she said as the doors opened, the men leading them down yet another corridor. This place felt like a maze and everyone was a mouse running through it, all trying to find the cheese. As they rounded yet another corner, a man in a nicely pressed suit came into view. He was older, looked wise and well put together.
"Dr. Tsing." He addressed the woman.
"President Wallace." She returned the welcoming, smiling tightly, "This is Adalynn Kane. The one we've heard so much about."
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Free Falling {The 100 Rewrite}
Fanfiction"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives." -Lauren Eden After a year and a half of solitary, Adalynn Kane had come to accept that she would never see anything but her cell until her eighteenth birthday, no friends...
