**Angel**
I don't know what I was expecting to happen when I cut the shit out of myself at school in front of everyone, but being whisked away in the back of an ambulance as I bleed out on my way to the hospital wasn't exactly on the top of my list of things to do today. I can heal myself just as easily as I had cut myself, but not with an audience. It's one thing to do it in front of the people I love and trust, but I can't do it here and now, which is really bad news for me.
The voices of the EMTs are low in my head, but I can still hear them talking to the nurses and doctors about what I did. I'm so weak and cold. What have I done? I can faintly hear the doctors trying to figure out what to do with me. I had cut so deeply that my veins are barely connected. I should be dead, but my body won't let me. Something inside is keeping me just barely clinging to life.
I'm rushed off to surgery to have my veins somehow stitched back together by the top vascular surgeon. I was given an IV of fluids to raise my blood pressure, but they are denying me a transfusion to raise my cell count. Why bother wasting it on someone who clearly doesn't want or deserve to live .
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"Someone from Pennhurst should be here to transport her soon." I can barely hear the voices outside of the room as they talk about shipping me off.
"Hopefully, they can do something with her. She was just here the other day."
"I heard she ran away in the middle of the night. Wasn't she beaten almost to death?"
"Yeah, there's something weird about that girl. The sooner she's gone, the better."
Great, they're sending me to Pennhurst. If these nurses will just move away from the door, I can probably make a break for it again. I move ever so slowly, trying to slip out of the bed unnoticed, only to find both arms wrapped in bandages and cuffed to the railings of the bed. They really think handcuffs can stop me from leaving this place?
I stare at the small keyhole on the one set of cuffs, trying to mentally pick the lock. As soon as I start to use my abilities, the monitors I'm attatched to start to alarm. The nurses quickly rush into the room and pin me back against the bed, so I'm laying down again. I'm considered a runner, and they know it. As one nurse holds me down, the other injects me with a sedative, knocking me out almost instantly.
I don't know when I was picked up by Pennhurst, but I start coming to in the back of their van. I look around with bleary eyes at the guards sitting beside me.
"She's awake." One of them calls to the front of the van.
"Well, knock her back out." I hear a voice from the front shout back at him.
The next thing I know, there is a sharp pinching stab in the side of my neck, followed by a burn that flows through my body. Again, I'm knocked out, unable to sense or respond to anything around me.
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When I start coming back to consciousness, I find myself in a barbers chair. My hands are strapped down to the arms of the chair, a belt holding me upright in the seat, for my safety. When they realize I'm awake, I'm once again injected with something. I'm not knocked out like before, but drugged so I can't speak or move while they cut off my hair and begin shaving my head. Though I'm awake, I'm unaware of what's going on around me. I might as well be asleep.
Once done, I'm placed into a wheelchair and taken to the sensory deprivation tank. I'm helped out of the chair and stripped of my hospital gown before someone dresses me in a wetsuit. Waterproof electrodes are placed on me before I am injected one more time. A small team lifts me and places me into the tank before closing me in.
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The Freak and The Angel
Fanfiction(18+ contains sex, drugs, abuse, s/h, s/a, trauma.) "Angel" is a young girl from Hawkins lab who receives help escaping. She comes across a 10 year old Eddie Munson, who is injured. She helps him, and in turn, he helps her. His uncle Wayne "ado...
