A/N:
Hey guys! This isn't anything important, or that important (but you should still read this). Anyway, I changed the picture that you out on top of a chapter (⬆️) and it is a picture of Evelyn's catsuit! Anyway, if you look at the full thing, that is obviously not Evelyn, but that's the catsuit! Enjoy the story!
I sit up fast and take in my surroundings. The room is all white, walls, door, bed, you name it, it was white. I nurse walks in franticly and rushes over to me.
"I'll take questions after I check some signs, okay?" She says as I open my mouth to speak. She looks well enough to be trusted, so I keep my mouth shut. Finally, she wraps up tests of my heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain scans. "Come at me." She says, taking a seat down.
"Where am I? Where is my family? Where is Audrey? Is Jason alive?" I shoot these questions at her like bullets (A/N: no pun intended) and she motions for me to slow down.
"Okay, first question; your in the hospital area of The Rebel Headquarters. Your family; they said there names were Ellie, Audrey, and your mom, Janice; I'm guessing, brought you here. It's a miracle that they found us in time. That boy has lost lots of blood." She responds.
"The girl Audrey isn't my family, but go on." I correct.
"Anyway, your family is getting settled and we have apartments for each family. That boy-" She says.
"Jason"
"Yes. He-he lost a lot of blood, and is in a coma right now. You guys were lucky to have bullet proof vests, as he only got hit in the leg. But he might need to have multiple surgeries in order for him to walk properly again." She says, looking very sad. I slap a hand to my head. Duh. We were wearing bullet proof vests!
After explaining, she helps me get out of bed. Unfortunately, I'm bare naked, and she has to go rush to get me some clothes. When she comes back, she is holding a white catsuit that looks like I would be on television in.
"President Reynolds is making you wear this. She also wants to meet with you after you visit your family and Jason. There's a bathroom behind that door." She says, pointing to a door on the other side of the room."I'll help with hair. The President insisted that you have makeup artist."
"I'm sorry...who?" I ask, puzzled.
"President Reynolds. She's the leader of the rebellion." She says, pushing me into the bathroom.
I look around the bathroom. It's very modern, and the shower has a million buttons that does who knows what. I shower, which I'm supposing she wants me to do. I find many buttons to wash ands run my hair. I step out and find a mirror right in front of me. It's been such a long time since I've looked at myself, and I stare at my reflection. I'm paler then I probably was when this all began. I touch the mirror with the tips of my fingers. Soon I realize I probably need to get dressed. I put on the suit, witch is skin tight, but somehow I'm able to breath. I walk out and a prep team awaits me.
"Evelyn, this is Vinci the make up artist, Claire the hair artist, and finally Sinica, who will be making you outfits." The nurse says, pointing at each of them in turn,"And of course, I'm Keira, and I'll, well, I'll just be here to help you out and just be here to help out in any need. Now, go into the bathroom and let these people work their magic!" She says, clapping her hands.
As I sit in front of the mirror and they work their magic, I get a good look at each of them. Sinica, the only boy I the group, looks me over while Vinci and Claire do hair and makeup. Vinci has a short blond hair that's very curly. She wears lots of makeup; but I guess since she's a makeup artist it makes sense. Claire has dark skin, and she's just wearing her hair up in a ponytail. Sinica, well, he's different. With brown hair with pink strips and piercings on his nose, he's hard to miss.
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