Nothing Ever Lasts (Rewrite Demo)

Chapter 4: Someone To Blame

November 18th
1537 hours

This time while EM-37 was asleep, there was no dreams or flashing images in his vision. In fact, he didn't even remember that he was asleep in the first place until he recognized that he was unconscious. He forced himself to wake up, and slowly but surely, he started to drift himself awake. However his eyes were still closed, but his mind was aware.

He was laying on a bed face up. Feeling cold and threadbare, and he could hear a familiar medical beeping sounded not too far from his right. A hospital, or at least a medical wing somewhere. He forced himself to open his eyes, and he could see a Helix symbol on a blue wall.

So he was back at base.

He tried to lift up one of his hands, but the movement was abruptly stopped. Looking down, he noticed that his wrists and ankles were in restraints. He tugged on them experimentally and saw that he was locked up tight and secure.

'Well that's just great.'

Was he in trouble? It was a possibility. Was he going to be executed? No, they would've let him die already if he deserved that kind of measure. He'll most likely figure it out later.

There was electrodes stuck to his chest, and an IV in the crook of his elbow. He had a strange urge to itch at them, but could do very little with the restraints. EM-37 hoped that one of the doctors would come in shortly and take these stupid things off.

Eventually, the door opened and Dr. Olivia Simmons walked in. It took her a moment to see that he was awake.

"Good, you're awake."

"Why am I in restraints?" He asked her gruffly. Straight to the point.

"You've been rather combative during your recovery," Dr. Simmons answered him. "We had to restrain you after you broke Doctor Colbert's jaw."

Combative? He didn't remember any of that. Well then, that answered his question about the restraints. Of course, sedation wasn't an option with his rather peculiar . . . quirk. How long had he been in here?

"I don't remember that," he said honestly.

"Of course you don't. The blood loss made you delirious. It would be a surprise if you did. What do you remember?"

Dr. Simmons walked over to the bed and started to undo the straps. Once they were off he rubbed his wrists, and he let her take off the electrodes that were on his chest and the IV in his elbow. The EKG machine soon stopped beeping and was shut off.

EM adjusted in his bed, now rubbing the area of where the injection spot was, "I remember nearly fucking dying. Where's Eisenhower?"

"He's currently training subjects."

So he was out and about in full recovery. Probably taking out his frustrations on those kids.

"How long was I out?"

"Since you arrived at medical? About a week now."

EM grumbled and avoided the gaze that she was looking at him. He lifted the covers and looked at his side. A long vertical scar now stood in its place, the wounds looked like it was freshly stitched and clean.