Experiment of Madness

5-From Shadows to Control: The Deal.-Dag

I sighed, leaving the girl in my bed, the nurse's action evident in her peaceful slumber. The medication must have taken effect, her body seemingly at rest, her face relaxed, the chaos and pain of earlier now masked by the effects of the calming drug. I felt a strange mix of concern and relief, hoping the sedation would hold and keep her calm.

I turned to Indie, her words reminding me of the gravity of the situation. "This is a crime. We could end up in jail for this," she stated firmly, her tone tinged with both frustration and worry.

I reassured Indie, my voice a low mutter, "We won't, no one will find out if you don't say anything," I echoed, a hint of defensiveness in my tone. I knew we were walking a risky line,but I had a plan.

Indie's concern cut through my determination, her voice urgent, asking, "What if this girl talks or runs?"

I reassured, "She won't. You realize we took her from the hospital for crazy people," emphasizing the point. Despite my confident tone, I couldn't shake the nagging doubt, the worry seeping in. The thought of her instability, the unknown mental state, the possibility of her not comprehending the situation or the implications if she did run or speak. I felt a mix of determination and uncertainty, my mind bouncing between the need to push forward and the risk of the unknown variables.

I felt a twinge of awareness at her words, the gravity of our actions hitting me. "Exactly, we kidnapped her from a madhouse," Indie reminded me.

Indie continued, voice urgent, "This girl is basically ill, mentally ill, dangerous. Do you realize what you did?"

I was stern, shutting down the conversation, shutting her out, my voice firm. "Look, Indie, you owed me a favor, and now you don't, that's it. Now you can forget all of this and don't bug in my business," I cut her off, not wanting to entertain the lingering doubts or ethical concerns.

With Indie's voice silenced, I shifted my focus on the girl on the mission I had set for myself. I focused on the path ahead, trying to push aside the ethical concerns and the weight of my actions. The mission had to proceed, the desire to explore her mind overriding any doubts or guilt that lingered. I felt conflicted, my mind a mix of determination and unease, pushing forward despite the ethical abyss I had crossed.

I waved Indie away, not wanting to linger on her concerns or judgment. "You're free to go now," I informed, my voice still terse. As she hesitated, I added, "Seriously, your part in this is done. Leave," my tone decisive. I pushed her away, not wanting her constant moral questioning to cloud my focus.

Indie's warning lingered, her words hanging in the air, a reminder of the ethical abyss we had crossed. "This is not going to end well, you know this," she said, her voice filled with doubt as she walked away. I felt her words sink in, but I pushed the nagging concerns down, pushing forward despite the shadows of conscience. I felt torn, my determination mixed with the fear of consequences, the ethical questions becoming quieter as I focused on my goals.

My parents are out, Octavia is out, and Fane and his girlfriend are out too. No one would know what I did tonight.

I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me, sealing away the guilt and the ethical mess I had created.

Indie: She's only in a night dress, put a blanket on her.

So what she's mentally ill is, it's not like it's a big deal.

I tried to detach, push aside the human connection, and focus on my own goals, the girl becoming a mere subject, a means to an end in my mind, a way to fulfill my  ambitions, but the nagging doubt persisted, a seed of concern in me.

I hesitated, wondering about her lineage and her background.

I wonder if she's Targaryen too.

 
I entered the room, carrying a water bottle I had hastily grabbed from the kitchen. Seeing the girl on the bed.