Heathen Series - Changed

Chapter 19

Stephanie's Pov..

The winds were rough, and the rain was gushing which made the room feel cold – isolated – and it pushed me into horrid daydreams more than I was used to.

I stretched my lazy limbs and sat up, shaking that zoned feeling out before I got trapped within it. I forced myself to stand through the pain and made my way to the shower, thinking the cold water would keep me energised and awake throughout the day.

The shower was smaller than the one in my old room, but it worked just as well – better in fact due to the pressure from the water-head. I allowed the cold water to entomb me in distant pleasurable thoughts; thoughts that kept me going...

Flashbacks of the match popped into my head and the bruises seemed to throb at the mere remembrance of the fight. I opened my eyes; I felt different, and it was a good difference – a stronger difference.

I had made it.

***

I walked out of the room and was stopped by a guard that looked as if he was waiting outside for a long while.

"General says I am to escort you to the doctor." he reported quickly.

"Lead the way then." I confirmed too tired to protest.

I followed him into a room so bright it could be the earths second sun, blinding all those that were drawn near to it like moths to a flame.

The Lab seemed to glow with pride; the white of the room was emphasized by the silver of the surrounding equipment.

The doctor stood with his back to me, marking things off on the clipboard; something I felt that he always seemed to have. I remembered him, he worked on me at the old base before my fight with Kyle. I liked him best out of all the other doctors. 

I cleared my throat which made him turn to face me frightfully. He looked shocked at my appearance and dismissed the guard with a hesitant nod.

"M- M- Mi... MISS Swa...Swa...Swa... Swan?"

"Yes?"

"Sorry I wasn't expecting you to be a woma-... I probably read your file wrong." he stammered.

Cleary he didn't remember me. Should I remind him? Na, he looked nervous enough as it is.

"Don't you usually get female soldiers in here?"

"N- No, not at all. We have had many females before, though very few and completely different natured compared to what is stated in your file, it was also a while back but now not so much and not usually for... uh... check-ups."

"Oh... okay."

"Please! Don't let that discourage you. It is a welcome change to have someone like you here. There aren't many people that talk openly or who are as curious as you are...
Please take a seat on the depressingly cold metal table and then we can get started, but before I forget please put this on."

I laughed at how he described the table – the exact way I would have done it – as he handed me a transparent bag with thick white paper concealed inside. He was getting more comfortable speaking to me which was normally a good sign. I unfolded it and watched it open-up into something patients would wear when going into surgery, a paper dress.

'How fancy!'

I looked at the... dress reluctant to put it on, then decided to go with it without any complaint and looked at the doctor who waited for me expectantly. He seemed happier than when I first came in and I felt oddly better around him too.