Wings: A Maximum Ride Fanfiction

::Chaper 26::

When I wake up, my lungs are on fire. I wince visibly, momentarily blinded by bright lights.

And the ground is shaking.

It doesn't take me long to realize that I'm in a moving vehicle with a spotless white interior. I blink, looking around. My eyes feel heavy. A moment later, a round, smooth cup is placed in my hand.

"Drink." Orders a male voice, and I recognize it as the doctor who was with me before. I open my eyes fully and look down towards the cup, which is filled halfway up with a clear liquid. My throat feels raw, as though I'd been at a concert screening my head off the entire night and I long to gulp down the cold liquid. Instead, I shake my head.

"You don't trust me?" He narrows his eyes, but I can see the joy behind them. What is he happy about?

"Where am I?" I force out, and blink in surprise when I feel that my cheeks were stiff. What happened? Was I crying?

The joy in the man's eyes lesson slightly as he runs a hand through his greasy hair. I roll my eyes in disgust as I wait for him to respond. "I have to go, I was only waiting for you to wake up. If you don't want the water then don't have it." He smirked, downing the water, even letting out an "ahh" at the end. I narrow my eyes. That jerk!

I hold back a comment, wishing that my hands weren't tied up. "I bet we're on the run. I bet you failed to do something, that's why you're stuck here with me." I think back to my earlier question, of where we were. It would make sense, that we were on the run. We were in some kind of vehicle, and obviously something was not right.

He freezes in surprise for half a second, just enough for me to know that I hit the nail on the head. "Where are we headed?"

"When did you get permission to ask all these questions?" He turned to me again.

"Since I wanted too. When did you get permission to be such a jerk?"

He rolls his eyes. "When did I care what you had to say?"

"Since you started to listen."

His face, already hard, turns away from me in aggravation. "I have to go. A nurse will be on soon to check your blood pressure."

And with that he was gone.

I took that time to form questions in my head: where was I, where was the flock, what happened, why was I crying?

I scan the room I'm in, which is about six feet by seven feet. It's made out of thick, sturdy metal and I decide we're most likely in a truck. Although, I don't understand why they would choose ground travel rather then sky. I look towards the slightly cramped set of computers, which are all dark aside from one of them, which is open to a document covered with numbers and graphs that are too small for me to read.

A moment later, a nurse appears through the door, a smile plastered to her dark face. "Hello," she starts. "Call me Dr. Merra."

I nod.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, opening a small chest or drawers that I hadn't noticed before.

"My throat hurts." I mutter, watching her every move.

She nods. "That is too be expected. You put on quite a show."

"What? What show?" I begin to grow frantic over what could have happened while I was out.

She smirked slightly. "He didn't tell you then, huh."

"Apparently not."

She stood up again, this time holding an odd metal object, which she slid up my wrist. "I don't believe I have permission go tell you."

"No one has to know."

She narrows her eyes. "Why would I help you?"

"Because you're a good person."

"That's what I thought too. Until they took things to the next level." She sighed, turning on the machine before hugging herself slightly, as if she were cold. I waited for a response, ignoring the odd feeling in my arm. "It was a test. To see how much the others could take."

I swallowed down my questions, not wanting to interrupted her answer.

"I mean, too see how much worry. They... Put in a chemical that would cause you to scream. I have no idea how it works, I'm only a nurse, and not even for this department. This was all they filled me in on. Either way, it worked and the others reacted more harshly then we expected."

"You mean.... Is that why my throat hurts?"

She nodded, solemnly undoing the metal clasp and connecting it to a wire attached to a computer, which flickered to life. "Do you need some water?"

I nodded, watching as she grabbed a water bottle out of the cabinet and pouring it into a cup, which she handed to me. I took it, downing it quickly. Feeling slightly better, I spoke again. "What did they do?"

She smiled slightly. "What they did made me question how people don't think your type have feelings. Especially a boy."

I froze. "Which boy?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"Do you know what he looked like?"

She shook her head with a tired expression. "I saw the videos through the door, for a few second."

I nod, looking down at the cup in my hand. "Where are we?"

"Classified." She responded, slightly harsher. I nodded, my throat too raw to continue.

This didn't go as planned.

Honestly, it only made things worse.
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Wow. It's been two months. I suck.