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     "... Waking soon..." Mother?

      "... Full report, i cant..." Mother?. . .no. No.

   "... I'll make my leave then, the medical report will be forwarder to you once i assessed the physical injuries to both patience" voice pulled me from a fog like sleep weighing heavily over my body. Its so dark...so quite, i dont, cant see anything...its so dark...so quite...so dark. I couldn't open my eyes, the libs stuck closed. My limbs unresponsive to my foggy sleepy commands. Burning chemical smells willed themselves into my nose burning out anything else, sending a tickle inching up to stab my frontal lob of my brain. A distant but growing sounds of beeping drew my hearing back into focus, beep, beep, deep. The sounds of a infirmary machine, the burning smells of chemicals, the rough cushioning i felt below me. My sleepy mind knew what all these sences meant but didnt want to put the idea into focus.

"Clarina, Clarina its time to wake up" a soft familar voice spoke calmly from somewhere beside me. Mother? A stinging sweet scent assulted my senses. Again my mind came up with possiable most likely correct answers to the owner of the voice, but didnt put the motion of waking up into play.

"A dose of adrenaline. . . Now" my groggy mind picked up letting it slip past the foggy barrier. A slight pinch in my arm cracked the sleepy barrier, then it all came crashing down, shattering as the feeling the needles raced up and down my body! The sensation rocketed up my spine, up my neck, and clung to my brain until it became hard to think of breathing! Gasping for a deep breath, i lurched upright! The tingling tickling, raced circles around my inching brain. I gasped for air my eyes snapping open. Air flooded in, in out and repeated, a grown slipped out of my sudden clentched jaw as sorness and little stabs of pain dawned on me.

"Clarina, how are you feeling?" the same calm flat voice spoke. My gaze wondered around the room the sensation flodding my limbs died down as quickly as it had come and fadded away leaving me with a uneasy, gitty feeling. I chocked down a ragged sob that cling to the side of my throat as the dying inmage I clung to like a dream fadded from within my grasp, and the nightmare of blond hair came into view.

"Clarina?" the voice called questioned from a distant, muffled by the beeping in my ears from some machina close by. Feeling flooded back into my being as i felt something cold press against my arm. I looked down to see a pale long fingered hand rested against my arm causing cold goosebumps to attack my skin.

"Where am i?" i heard my self ask. I followed the hand up to a arm, a shoulder, a neck then ended staring at a pale face of Jane. I pushed away the overwhelming feeling to scream, and cry. I wanted nothing more then to retrun to my sweet memory.

"Where do you think you are Clarina?" she asked. I watched her lips move as she spoke. Then i raised a hand to my throbbing temple, as my brain clawed the vibrating and last of the foggy feelings away.

"Shoe?" i answered no longer hearig a slight echo of everything. I turned my gaze away from Jane and looked around the room i know realized i was in, no longer my drifting dream. I wanted to return to my sleep, I wanted to go back go my sweet memeories locked away from the evil of my haunting reality, locked away hidden safely for a short moment of peace. A white foggy unclear plastic curtin similar to the curtin in the shower hall hung from the white ceiling from a silver pool. I could see blurry shadows of figures passing by the curtin closed unable to show me anything. I looked to my left to see a white tiled wall and a silver box with a green like mountain running across the screen then gave off the beeping noise everytime it did. Two cords snaked out of the machine, i follwed the wires down, over, then up the side of the cot i was sitting on and ended under a banged on my left arm.