Gemoira

eleven

I felt strangely comfortable when I came to.

I squirmed, trying to wake myself up, but it only made my head swim. Instead, I concentrated on my surroundings, aware that I was touching something soft, and I was no longer cold and shivering. But there was something stuck in my arm that made me feel itchy.

Groaning, I raised my hand to the itch, my fingers catching on something that sent a strange tug down my arm. I jolted at the contact, my eyes flying open with surprise. Something was stabbing me.

My eyes blurred, and it took a few moments to correlate my surroundings. Everything appeared white, and I frowned at the unfamiliar territory and strange bed I was in. Last thing I remember was Bleak carrying me to a...

I shot upright when I remembered. He had taken me to a doctor! Who knows what kind of sick, twisted experiments they did on me! The absolute traitor.

There was a beeping from beside me, one that had wires. I followed the strange device all the way until it disappeared into my chest. Pulling the shirt from my neck, I glanced down to see the wires were stuck to my skin. More wires came out of my arm, leading to a strange clear bag of nearly empty liquid. There was something on my forefinger too that, once I ripped it off, caused an alarm to sound.

My eyes widened, and I cursed, smacking the machine with my spare hand to shut up. I tried to lift my legs to kick it, but they felt weirdly heavy and lazy, so I continued to smack. When it didn't relent, I pushed it so hard it fell to the floor and smashed.

Beeping ceased!

I grinned, relaxing back into the bed, ripping the sticky things from my chest. Crossing my arms, I debated on what to destroy next. The bandage on my head was quite nice... The itchy thing in my arm was driving me insane, though, so after a close examination of it, I realised it was in multiple parts.

I just wrapped my hand around it, ready to pluck it from my skin when the door opened, and a harsh voice announced their presence.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Harold warned.

I glared at him. "Why not? How am I supposed to know what you are putting in me? It could be poison! Or wolf saliva! I don't want to be a wolf!"

His face contorted with confusion as he walked around the bed. The doctor from my hazy dream followed him, his eyes wide with horror as he stared down at the smashed monitor on the floor.

"What did you do?" He gasped.

I crossed my arms. "I did nothing. It fell."

His eyes snapped to me, narrowing with annoyance. "It did not just fall. It was secure on that table and has been for many years."

"So, it got old and died. Such a shame." I sighed, placing a hand on my heart. "I am sure a younger, fitter model will come around, eventually."

He growled, forcing whatever was in his hands into Harold's chest.

"I need a moment." The doctor said and left without another word.

I watched him leave with a quirked brow. "What's his deal?"

"You just destroyed a highly valuable heart monitor system." Harold sighed, flickering through some papers.

"Highly valuable?" I grimaced, glancing down at the smashed plastic. "Should've built it better, then."

His eyes narrowed, letting the pages fall shut. "I think you are well enough to be discharged."

"Discharged?" My nose crinkled.

"Not that kind." He grunted. "I am going to sign your papers and escort you out of here."

"Oh cool, where is here?" I wondered.