A Name Without A Face

Chapter 13 {Weakness}

I awoke once more, feeling a gentle touch.
Don't... Touch me.
Don't come near me.

The irritation quickly began to evaporate and I began to feel numb once more. I can't seem to care, really.
I just desired to appease my boredom.
Brown eyes, shining bright like the sun.

They blinked and backed away. I wanted to raise my head and examine everything around me, but I didn't have the motivation to do so. I knew where I was.
I sensed I was no longer in the original clothes I had awaken in many months ago. These ones were much looser, barely clinging to my body.
"You... You're awake." The voice of a girl muttered. "I-I'm not qualified to give you another dose, oh what do I do? I need to get the doctor-"
"How long?" I spoke before she tried to bolt out of the room. I didn't feel tired, I didn't want to sleep, and I didn't want to be pumped with knockout drugs once more.
The nurse didn't reply, keeping as silent as she could. She... Bore me. Perhaps if I could loosen my binds, it would be easy to just walk out the doors. Who would want to attack me?
Surely they know now... What I am. Who I am.
As for me, I still hadn't a clue.
I turned my head, capturing her eyes, filled with fear. "How long... Was I asleep?"
Her eyes dart around the room, but her body didn't move.
Uninteresting.
I began to twist my arms and felt the binds begin to release. I... I was strapped to a table.
"Only a f-few days." The nurse pulled her eyes away from looking at me. She must be scared... To see red eyes like mine. It didn't matter to me though.
I only felt irritated.
The binds loosened from my arms and fell away, and the nurse immediately flew into a panic. She started crying things out I couldn't understand but it was easy enough to ignore her as my feet hit the ground.
Hurrying out of the room, the nurse left me alone to get a take on my surroundings. A white room, rather small in size with the table I had been on, and a strange... I didn't even feel it in my arm.
I wonder if it would hurt.
I didn't hesitate, wrapping my fingers around the needle and abruptly ripping it out of my arm. It barely stung, but I could see through the robes that blood was beginning to seep out, staining the clothes. How dull. Blood was boring too.
In just a few moments, the blood stopped leaking, so I pulled down the sleeve to examine what I had done.
What I found had already been somewhat expected. The puncture hole vanished, leaving only undamaged skin.
Perfect, hm?
Being flawless like that is once again... Only boring.
In fact, i'm rather bored of being bored. Tossing the needle aside, it hung limply from the drip bag it was attached to.
I could hear... Something coming near. What was that? It almost sounded like thunder, getting louder and louder.
Then a blaring, high pitched ringing surrounded me. It hurt.
It echoed.
Following that sound came the lights of a siren, flooding the room in it's thick red, and almost blinding shine from an alarm bell on the wall.
So the nurse warned the hospital? What am annoying pest. I just... Want to get out of here. I'm tired of being trapped.
The thundering sound made itself known as a group of people ran down the hallway, their feet clapping against the tiled floors. The glass door reflected the red lights and made it difficult to see the group but I could tell they were coming near.
I didn't find any of this interesting. As the glass doors slid open, doctors began to circle around me, all with long tasers in hand. Did they think... That would stop me?
A doctor attempted a swipe, but it was painfully slow and un-aimed. It was childs play to duck away and throw a punch towards him.