Author's Note: (TW: angst, strong language, mention of blood/just blood, mentions of cuts.)
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Bright, white light flooded your vision, straining your eyes to see. You tried to blink away the painful shine as tears pricked at your lashes, rubbing your face to ease the overwhelming glare.
Your body felt warm against the white and blue sheets as you finally sat up, your joints popping as your arms and legs stretched underneath the covers.
The air was calm, with slow beeping coming from a heart monitor and a gentle hum of the shining lights over your head. You felt so comfortable for the first time in a while, so..safe.
"Oh, you're awake," a gravely, southern voice spoke up from beside you, startling you as your head quickly jerked to face it, "how're ya feeling?"
The man speaking wore a surgical mask, apron and scrubs, indicating he was most likely a doctor. He had graying slicked back hairs and stern brows. You'd seen his face before, you'd swear you did, but just couldn't remember who he was.
"Okay," you mumbled softly, trying to keep your distance in case he pulled anything on you.
You escaped Hyperion for a reason, you weren't gonna go back. Not alive at least.
"Well that's good...Mordecai and Brick came in here, causing a racket, worried sick." Brick? Mordecai? You didn't really recognize those names.
The doctor sat down on the stool beside the bed, putting down the clipboard he was holding, "I did run some tests," Your heart froze, what sort of tests? Your gaze went down to the wires that penetrated your skin and carried some sort of medicine to your veins.
"but they all came out okay, nothing too serious."
Your eyes kept darting around the room, looking for anything he might wanna use against you, anxiety crawled up your spine as your hands started to shake.
What if he sent you back? What if he knew about the doctor you killed? You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. He came at you first, you were just defending yourself, you didn't have a choice-
A hand being placed on top of yours pulled you from the thoughts, looking back to face the man beside you, "Are you sure you're okay sweetheart?"
You nodded slightly, but knew you didn't mean it, your eyes fixed on the tray full of all sorts of tools and equipment that was placed next to him.
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Zed's hand squeezed yours firmly, looking down at you in pity, "You know Hyperion can't get you here? You're safe now...I promise. No one's gonna hurt you anymore."
Something was wrong, you looked so..afraid? Nervous? Uncomfortable? Whatever it was, it was clearly bothering you.
He paid close attention to how you looked at him, eyes wide with worry and confusion as your body shivered, like a lost puppy scared to go inside.
"Where am I?" You spoke barely above a whisper.
"You're in my clinic back on Sanctuary." His palm smoothed the top of your hand.
"What clinic?"
What? You remembered his clinic, you used to be stuck in here once a week; commenting on the broken tiles and how he could "really get business going if you know what I mean" as you got patched up. There's no way you forgot all of that...right?
But you sounded so confused when you asked him that, like you'd never heard him say anything like that before.
"My clinic. You remember my office...don't you?"
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