The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 1, Continued, Again

My eyes snapped open and I was back in the hospital room surrounded by people. I tried to get up but they were holding me down. A weight like heavy chains was on my arm, and a searing pain shot through my body everywhere it touched. I kicked and pushed and screamed until I got off of the bed, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and started swinging. More people came in and took it from me, while still more grabbed me and strapped me to the bed. There were voices everywhere and I felt that weird feeling again. Suddenly I was calm and—I noticed—felt safe, like someone was there protecting me. The talking stopped and security left the room, although two of them stayed outside the door. Dr. Glass was still there though and she was saying something.
"Bex! You need to calm down."
"I'm perfectly calm." Bex spat. "Now would you explain to me why you assaulted Maddie?"
"I would love to, only I don't know what you're talking about. Could you explain it to me?" She still had that voice, like she was talking to a crazy person.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. And I don't want those men touching me. Got it? No touching.” Bex pulled against the restraints, trying to get them off.
"I understand that, but I don't think that you understand what's happening here. You have just shown yourself to be unsafe."
"I'm not unsafe if no one is touching me. Now, why are you here?"
"Your heart was beating too fast. We thought something was wrong."
"She was having a nightmare. Bloody Hell happens when you have a nightmare? Your heart slows down? She got scared of the men holding her down and I took over to protect her."
"So you protect Maddie? Okay, can I meet her?"
"No, she's sleeping. If you stop scaring her, maybe you can meet her tomorrow. Have you called Nada yet?"
"No, we can't seem to reach her, we'll keep trying though." Dr. Glass answered, then she shuffled out of the room. Just like that, the feeling was over and I was back inside my own body where a million death metal bands were playing inside my head and for a moment I could've sworn that Nova was standing by the door. She was gone just as quickly as she appeared though and I thought I must've imagined it. I looked out the window of the room and saw some police officers and the nurse at reception pointing to the room I was in. Knowing that these officers most likely did not have a high enough clearance level to know the truth, I practiced a lie. They walked over to my room and had a quick exchange between them and the security officers, then they opened the door and walked inside. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.
"Afternoon officers." I greeted them, quickly checking the clock on the wall to see what time it was.
"Good Afternoon ma'am." The first one said, he was tall with a standard military cut, and his partner was a normal height with brown hair down to his shoulders. "This is detective Dalton, I'm detective Patterson from Ellsworth PD. We just need to ask you some questions if you don't mind."
Ellsworth? I'm still in Maine? Okay, well at least I know that much. "That's fine."
"Could you please state your name, age, and date of birth?"
"My name is Madelyn Everhart, I'm fifteen, and I was born on January 13th  2005."
"Thank you, could you please tell us what happened at that warehouse?"
"Honestly I have no idea, I was just walking home one day and next thing I know I'm in a warehouse. Isn't it just my luck that the warehouse was also on fire." That seemed believable enough. Right?
"Did you see anything that might help us find the people that did this?"
"No Sir, I'm sorry to say I didn't."
"Do you know why anyone would want to do this?"
"No. Like I said, I'm as confused about this whole thing as you are."
"Okay, thank you, that's all we need for now. I hope you get better soon." Patterson said before turning and walking out the door. My lip curled in disgust as soon as he turned his back and I rolled my eyes. ‘I hope you get better soon.’ Yeah, sure. I bet he cared soo much. Alone again in the room, I was extremely bored. There was literally nothing to do so I decided to count the dots on the ceiling tiles. Somewhere around two hundred I lost count and thought about starting again but in the end I decided against it. Did I mention how much I hate hospitals? They always ask so many questions, I prefer a good old home remedy. Whenever I got hurt I just had Aiden or my parents fix it, or I did it myself. Way less paperwork. Could you imagine what would happen if a thirteen year old girl walked into a hospital with a bullet in her arm? There would be police everywhere. So, as a rule, I avoid hospitals in general.