Project Radioactive

Waking up

Beep...beep...beep. That was the first thing I actually heard that wasn't in my mind. The pain in my head was gone but it was replaced by panic. The beeping got faster and my eyes shot open. Instantly I was in pain. My whole body felt sore and bruised and my eyes weren't properly adjusting to the light. I put my hand over my heart and found sticky pads connected to wires all over my chest.

After I calmed myself down, I looked around. I was in a hospital room. Everything was white and blue from the walls to the bed. There were no windows, but a giant glass door that lead to a room I couldn't see. There were computers on my right with readings of my vitals. The one beeping was monitoring my heart.

All of the sudden I heard a voice, but it wasn't in my head; it came from the speakers on either side of the bed. "Celia Hilton, patient 004, do you copy?" The voice was male with a slight German accent.

"Yes," I said out loud, shocked at how raspy my voice was. I still was too sore to move, but I was extremely scared. Try waking up in a random hospital and be calm.

"This is the head of RCR Lab, Dr. Tanner. We will have a doctor come in for an examination. Stay calm, we're here to help."

Lab? What was I, a lab rat?

All of the sudden, I saw someone in the glass. Steam came out of valves on the wall. Disinfectant? I thought. The person was dressed on a yellow suit that scientist wear to protect themselves from chemicals. On the front was a black radioactive symbol.

I wonder if she's like the others....

I froze. That voice in my head was NOT mine. I looked closer at his face which was covered with plastic. How can you see out of that?! I though as I struggled to see his face.

The room changed. I was looking through plastic at... myself.

I was looking at me as I lay back on the hospital bed. Dozens of wires came out of my body and plugged into computers. IVs pierced both hands with clear liquid running through my veins.

You know how when you're sick, you look different? I was paler than usual, my eyes were bloodshot and red marks lined my skin from lying down too much. There was also an enormous bruise on my shoulder and an Ace around my head. Basically, I looked like crap.

I felt my vision return to my own body. How the hell I did that, I don't know, but something told me that these guys in yellow already knew.

"Celia Hilton?" The man asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Tell me what you remember."