CSI: I know I probably don't really have to worry about this because Enigma is not as popular as the fic I'm referencing, but I know that someone was taking the gifs from that fic and uploading them to pinterest as their own, and I just want to be cautious and say that I make my own gifs and so please don't take them and claim them as your own.
Anyway, I know I probably don't need to worry about that, but I am just being cautious and also, why tf would you steal someone's gif??? Like, of all things you could take you choose a GIF??? That's not me saying steal something else, it's just questioning this person's choices.
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WHEN CASEY WAKES UP, she is nearly dry and lying at the bottom of the tank. Her head aches in the form of a dull throbbing sensation at her crown. She tries to lift her left arm to soothe her head, though her arm feels almost heavy and she drops it to her side before it gets far. She feels almost dizzy and her chest is tight; it's hard to breathe, each breath more gasp-like than they're supposed to be. Her throat and nose feel sore, though she can't pinpoint the exact feeling, they're just sort of raw.
Her clothes are thrown at her, landing over her messily. "Put 'em on, and quick," a soldier barks at her, his tone almost bored. Casey imagines they've been waiting for her to wake for quite some time to elicit such boredom.
Casey pulls her leggings on as fast as she can, the fabric occasionally sticking to her skin where bits of her legs remain wet from the tank. It's a little uncomfortable, though it's no tighter than how her leggings usually sit, so she deals with it and pulls her t-shirt over her head. It takes more effort to do this, given that she's still recovering from drowning, but she manages it and the loose fabric hangs comfortably over her frail frame. She's thin, dangerously so, but there isn't much she can do about it.
A soldier approaches her, picking her up harshly and pushing her towards the second soldier in the room. The second opens the door as the first holds her upper arm tightly, lifting it in the air already for a better grip. As the soldier starts to leave, the second grabs her other arm, lifting Casey off the ground fully. She's grateful for this, though only slightly. It gives her some time to recuperate, before beginning training for the day.
The training room is a fair distance from room 13, while only being thirteen numbers away on paper, it's in another sector of the lab. The bedrooms, needle room, Box, and Room 13 all sit in what Casey likes to call the 'Super Bad' section of the lab, as it's the section where she is inflicted the most pain, while Room 26 sits in the Okay section of the lab or the section where she is inflicted the least pain. There's still some, there's always some form of pain, but it is significantly better, in Casey's opinion.
