Juliette Ferras and Aaron Warner have been running Sector 45 for two years now, and things are mostly the same... mostly.
When the world around Juliette crumbles, once again, becoming trapped in a cell.
With Aaron preparing to propose before Julie...
Day 2 I wake up, the morning after the night before.
Without any food in my belly, it's feeling uneasy, queasiness within me. Ugh.
I lay on my back, on the bed, feeling like my bones ache. What type of thing did they use to keep me asleep whilst they transported me to this place - which I have to assume is some place in Sector Seventy Nine.
Then, in comes Thomas, holding a grey bucket. "Thought you might need this."
He puts the bucket on the floor in the middle of the room. Then left again.
So they have poisoned me. I think, why else would he know I was feeling nauseous?
After puking for a few minutes, I crashed back down onto the mattress, feeling exhausted.
Closing my eyes to try and soothe the roaring headache in my head. My hand reaching upward towards the source of the pain.
"Headache?" Came Thomas' voice. I hadn't even heard him come back in.
"What do you want?" I don't bother looking at his smug face.
I hear him scoff. "You're not a morning person I see."
I roll my closed eyes. "So what type of poison did you fed me to get me into feeling like this?"
He chuckled, "I can't believe you actually have no idea".
I wish he'd stopped say thing things like that! What does that even mean?!
He shakes his head. Looking at me like I'm a fool. "Well," he sighed, "I'll have to be the one to tell you then, but not yet".
I groan.
"Well, on a lighter note," he continues, "your little boyfriend has sent out troop's everywhere looking for his girl, shame he'll never see you again".
I sit up, putting my hands up to shade my eyes from the light.
"Could you leave me alone, please." I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nausea.
I hate this - I feel so sick, all I want to do is fall asleep, and only wake up when I'm in Aaron's arms. Warm... home...
Day 3 I wake up, another day in the pristine white room. The sick bucket in the same place as yesterday, last night Thomas took it and cleaned it out, being as it was full, and he doesn't want any vomit in the floor of his creepy room.
I sprint to the bucket, vomiting into it - the only thing I've eaten in two days, a slice of toast - now it all coming back out my mouth and into the grey bucket.
"Good morning." I heard Thomas' voice, once again, I didn't hear him come in "Sick again I see." He smirked.
I look at him with a death glare, I do not have the energy to respond to him.
"It's a shame really." He huffs. "You know, you won't feel better for a long time."
I stand up, walk over to the door, trying to simply opening it, though it's locked.
"Do you really think that I'd leave the door unlocked?" His voice a mocking growl.
I can feel the world spinning around me - I need to get out of here. I need fresh air.
Before I know it I've fallen, my vision blacking out.
Day 3 - night I wake up, shocked and in pain.
My head is pounding and my throat burns from the vomiting.
I look over and see a nurse standing across the room, I am no longer in the white padded cell. This is a medical wing. A doctors office.
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I groan. Causing the lady's attention to shift to me.
"Oh, hello." She smiled. "How are you feeling, dear?"
I squint at the lights and she rushes to dim them. "Thanks" I politely said, before sitting up slowly. "What's going on?"
"You passed out from the lack of food and from exhaustion, you know, you need to take better care of yourself, especially now."
What does that mean?!
"Everyone keeps saying things like that to me, yet I have no idea what they mean - I don't understand what is it that everyone, other than me, seems to know about me!"
She looks at me with a soft, sorry gaze. "So you truly don't know?"
"Know what?"
She pauses, takes a deep breath, in and out. "About the baby, Miss Ferras."
