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"Madalyn, honey?" A soft voice brushed my awaken ears, while I felt a soft hand shaking one of my shoulders.
I shot my brown eyes open before I shoved myself off of the small bed, and a loud gasp flew out of my mouth.
"Where am I? Where are the others? John b? Pope? Jay? We were supposed to have a meeting." I rambled, glimpsing around the unfamiliar empty, and dark room that had a small bathroom in the corner.
"Hon, you don't remember anything from yesterday, do you?" An adorable giggle came from the side of the small bed, making my head snap to catch a young blonde woman with a sweet symmetrical smile, with interlocked fingers. She had a small light blue dress, with a small ribbon in her blonde hair. Her eyes were bright ocean blue, almost blinding me, which reminded me of JJ.
"Where...where am I?" I whispered, gradually peeking down at my body, finding myself dressed in long-sleeved grey pajamas that were quite cozy.
"Do you remember anything?" She questioned, before I shut my brown eyes, and tried collecting any recent memories but I didn't find anything but a hazy mind.
"Did I die? Am I in heaven?" I whispered, fluttering my eyes open, watching her quickly shake her head, and bend down, leveling with my face.
"You are okay, sweetheart. You're alive and well. This is Blue Ridge, a fun therapy camp." She reassured. Nevertheless, her last few words weren't as reassuring as she thought they would be. It made me groan, fling my head back, and slowly slapping a hand over my forehead.
"Never mind, this is hell."
"Well...I'm sorry you feel that way, but breakfast is in an hour. Get freshened up, your backpack with fresh clothing is in there. But today you are going to put on your white suit. It's sitting behind the bathroom door." She explained, pointing at the small room across from us, making me tilt my head to the side.
"Suit? Am I doing surgery?"
"No, no, no. We just have to run a few physicals on you. That's all. It should take about two or three days." She informed, placing her hands on my shoulders, and began softly massaging.
There was no way of the pouges finding me. They could do anything, but I'm not quite sure about this. This had to be a far unit, if not across the country. How would they reach me? I just had to face the fact that maybe one day I could see them again. But it won't be anytime soon.
