Breaking With Every Step I Take

Chapter 2: Do You Know Who I Am?

Chapter 2: Do You Know Who I Am?

"Glad to see you're with us once again, Darcy. You lost a lot of blood, taking a blood sample that quickly probably wasn't the best idea on our part, so sorry you weren't able to say goodbye to your parents."

I could barley keep my eyes open to get a good look at her, but I could tell she was a heavy dark skinned women by the sound of her voice and the amount of light she blocked above me as my back rested on a hard cushioned bed. Hopefully this wouldn't be what I'd have to sleep in for awhile. Instead of resting my back it felt like it was breaking it, another problem they'd have to fix. But, what did she mean by 'say goodbye to my parents?', surley I wasn't going to be here too long, and they wouldn't just leave me here. I tried sitting up, but I felt to weak too move even a single limb so I close my eyes while I try to think of words to say, questions to ask, anything my brain could muster at the moment, but nothing came to mind. 

I tried convincing myself it wouldn't be bad, that this could be considered a "vacation" in some type of manor, but when I turned my head slowly towards the side all I saw was dull walls, one desk (with no chair), another bed, and a tall dresser with no drawers. Lovely, so nice privacy either? Across the room was a door which I assumed leave to the bathroom. I turned back to the nurse who was now picking up two suitcases and putting them on the table. I knew they were mine so I sat up, which only made my head worse. The big nurse started going through the bags, cutting strings out of my pants and tags off my shirts.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know how much those costs?" I was furious now, you can't just go around cutting up people's clothing.

"You're not allowed to have strings or tags or any metal. There's a list of rules you'll be given later."

"Why? It's a string..I've had them on my pants for, oh, I don't know, my whole life? This is ridiculous. I'm calling my lawyer." I got up from the bed, bones aching, body weak, and I could feel my hair was a mess from this whole ordeal. I walked over to the table and started grabbing my stuff from her and putting it back in the suitcase, but she took it back.

"We have to wash these, and we're going to have to wash the clothes you're weraing now. Then we have to make sure nothing innapropriate or sharp is in here." With that I wanted to punch her in the face, nobody told me what I could and couldn't have, and what was I suppose to wear? 

Just then through the doorway come a male nurse in scrubs and a female nurse in scrubs, who was carrying what looked like blue sheet. They smiled at the nurse with my bags as she wheeled them out and down the hall to who knows where.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer, and this is Jonathan, we're going to need you to change into this so we can wash your clothes and make sure there's no bed bugs or anything."

I waited for them to put the sheet down, which I now realized was a night gown, what was this the Exorcist? However they continued to stand there staring at me. Did they expect me to undress in front of them? I would deffinitly be calling my lawyer, the cops, and anyone else who could handle this ordeal of what I would consider molestation. Jennifier held the gown in front of me.

"Start getting undressed, we have to make sure you don't have anything on you and that you don't have any more cuts." Jonathan said as he stepped back a little. Was he seriously expecting me to undress in front of the two of them?

"Uhm, no. I can dress myself in a bathroom or something. That is disgusting." 

"It's manditory." Jennifer said, now looking irritated. If she was going to get frustracted with me then maybe this isn't her fortay.

"Then I suppose we're screwed, huh? I don't cut myself. One time moment. I'm fine and I can asure you I don't have anything on me. Not even my phone. I don't even have pockets." I pointed my shorts to point out the obvious. Was she being serious right now? I'm Darcy Jackson, I always get my way or no way, she better learn that.