Subject 4151: Kyouki's Experiment

II) The Realisation

I heard slow, steady steps comings toward the useless door. My instinct decided not to ask for help. I closed my eyes and tried my very best not to move. I could hear 2 distinct pairs of steps, entering and chatting about what I hoped would be what will be for lunch. They talked in the coldest voice I've ever had the displeasure to hear, almost sounding like a disgruntled mom asking who drew on the wall. They talked about something I wish I never had to

- Hisashi, have we received the epinephrine?

- I don't know. We used all we had left in the last test, we're going to need to ask for more to test on Kimura.

- Who?

- Aoushi Kimura. Patient 4151.

- Oh, good. Make sure we get a new package for today. Look at this young man.

My eyes were ever so slightly open, just enough to see the figures of the doctor. I was praying for them not to see my faint breathing, as I was trying my hardest not to let it show.

- What happened to him?

- A car accident. Both his parents got killed on their way to his 15th birthday. Two other survived, though, being his friend and his older sister. She was sent to a foster family in Moryama, and his friend is currently receiving treatments on Floor 1. But Aoushi, even though still alive, we consider him to be brain-dead. He hadn't reacted to any stimuli for the last 6 weeks. We fed him with intravenous proteins and nutrients. He is still alive, but even if he wakes up now, we cannot let him go.

So many things were going on in my mind. I've had been there for 6 weeks...? Brain dead...? And what did they mean by 'We cannot let him go'...? My parents were dead...? Sinohara was alive..? I had to escape. I had to find a way. I would wait for them to go, and I will free myself. I will. I must. I need to find him. I was too young to die in there, alone. For fuck sake, we were too young for all of us to end right there. I need to find him.

I tried my best to stay calm, and freed myself from those disgruntling facts I've learned. They closed the doors while leaving the room. I opened my eyes, and used every bit of energy I had to slip through the slightly too-large chains in which my limbs were prisoners. After being only fed vitamins and nutrients for the last 45 days, I had lost enough weight for it to be nearly effortless. A few minutes later, I was free and walking clumsily on the freezing floor. I had nothing but an inmate, colorless suit, and the will to survive. I walked with a steady, slow, almost sleepy step, toward the freedom hidden behind that door. I opened it, carefully looked to the right, to the left, and creeped into the white hallway. No one was around, only the scuffed electric gargle from the ceiling lights, acting like only auditive stimuli.

I had escaped the room.

But will I ever see the sun rise again..?