I didn't see Calico for a long time. In her place, a sweet-faced nurse checked up on me now and again. She brought me things, injected me with fluids I didn't quite trust, and checked my bandages. I dumped my questions on her, but deflecting my questions seemed to come second nature to her.
"Where are we?"
"A hospital room."
"It's not like any hospital room I've ever been in."
"You must not have been to many hospitals."
The nurse ignored all questions about Calico too. It was as if I was preserved in some sort of case of ignorance. I hated it. Most days were spent sleeping, or having my mind clouded over with a seemingly endless amount of painkillers. However, the constant rest was doing my wound well. Occasionally a wave of pain radiated from my shoulder, but I had gotten used to it. When there was nothing to do but feel pain, eat, and sleep.. you almost welcomed it. It was something to occupy your empty mind with.
I thought I'd be there forever.
Sometimes I thought my brain would implode from lack of stimulation.
It didn't.
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The Phylum
Science FictionIn the Year 2065, humanity has evolved and split into three very different categories: TKs, Egos, and humans. TKs are humanity's waste, miscreants who use their telekinesis for crime and sin. Egos are admired and considered concrete angels, protecto...
