Changing

Chapter 22

(Taylor's P.O.V.)

A hysterical sob broke from my throat, and I slipped down to the floor. The little strength I had found, slipping from my limbs..

            I curled into a little ball, trying to hid myself. My face was buried in my one arm, the other one hanging useless by my side.

            The sobs continued to rip from my chest, accenting the pain there, shaking me roughly.

            I knew it was stupid to react this way. It’s not like I didn’t know that doctors had the same coat as scientists, I knew it, but could do nothing to slow the tears. The image of the torturing scientists was too strongly branded  into my brain.

            I heard as the woman took two stumbling steps back.

            I took a few deep breaths trying at least to lessen the pain in my chest that was starting to become unbearable.

            I heard the woman as she also took a deep breath to steady herself, “ you shouldn’t be out of be-d…yet” her voice shook a little.

            I couldn’t talk yet.

            I heard as she hesitantly came towards me. My breathing quickened again, and I became rigid.

            “Don’t be afraid,” she murmured. Most likely to keep the fear in her own voice in check.

            And that was what calmed me sufficiently to lift my head, this knowledge that she was just as scared as I was--or close enough.

            I raised my head and swallowed convulsively, still not totally able to get over the blaring white coat.

            It seemed to take effort, but she was able to force a smile on her face.

            “Where’s Bonnie?” I blurted out without thinking, and immediately regretted it. I should have given a false name…

            Her face was confused for a second, then cleared, “do you mean the little girl with the blue eyes?”

            I stared at her in shock, Bonnie had come here?

            “I’m not exactly sure where she is at the moment…” she shuddered.

            My eyes narrowed, the lady is scared…how much does she know?

            She looked back at me trying to hide her fear, but not totally able to. She was so scared I could even smell it slightly in the air. 

            “Here let me help you get back into the bed.” she took one step towards me, but stopped when I stiffened again.

            “You don’t have to be afraid…”

            I took a deep breath, “I know,” I lied, “it’s just that…could you lose the coat?”

            Her face furrowed in confusion, “the coat?” she asked, not getting my meaning.

            I swallowed and nodded my head.

            She was totally bewildered by my request but she complied. As soon as the white coat hit the ground, I relaxed. Not a very smart move I know, what did the coat mean anyway? It’s not like once it was gone she wouldn’t be able to hurt me…