Thank you to doubleheartss for giving me the motivation to work in this chapter.
If I'm taking too long with chapters, yall need to kick me in the ass. (I'm serious)
Ayla/Dove's POV
Age: 7
Location: Base
TW: overdose
I observe from the corner quietly as Number Five is bandaged.
She's one of the older girls, almost 18, I think. Like One, she's been here since the beginning.
We don't talk, so it's hard to determine what she thinks of me. Judging by the apathetic looks she's been giving me, I don't think she'd a huge fan.
"Do you understand what I've done here?" The nurse asks me. She snaps her fingers in front of my face.
My eyes widen as they meet hers, and I immediately drop my gaze to the floor.
"Yes ma'am," I answer obediently.
Satisfied, the nurse forces Five to lean back against the elevated bed. She shackles her wrists and ankles to the hospital bed.
Sir did that to Blue once. She was being too restless during class so Sir ordered for her to be chained to the bed for a week.
The nurse leaves, instructing me to watch Five until one of the guards comes to take over.
Once the door closes behind the nurse, I let myself look around the room.
My eyes catch on a white bottle on the table.
"Painkillers," Five says suddenly. I jump, not expecting her to talk.
When I give her a quizzical look, she sighs and gestures to the bottle again.
"They're painkillers. They make the pain go away," she explains. "It's temporary, but it's enough for some people."
I grab the bottle and shake it slightly, listening to the pills rattling inside.
Glancing at the wounds on Five's arms, I hold out the bottle. "Don't you need these?"
"Probably. But I don't mind the pain, anymore. It proves I'm still alive." Five shrugs. "You stay here long enough, you need a reminder that you're more than just a machine."
Perhaps this is what Sir always talks about. He always boasts about killing the spirit of the unruly.
Perhaps Five was once unruly like my friends and I.
But now...
I roll the bottle between my palms.
My stomach growls loudly, protesting because of the lack of food. My eyes feel heavy as well, probably from the lack of sleep.
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