Survival

25

Hi guys, 

I'm sorry I didn't update last week, I went on holiday and then I started school on Tuesday. A levels!! 

Here's the next chapter...only a few more to go!!

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Two more days passed since Thompson questioned me in the hospital room. And they were the most tiring days of my life.

They surprisingly let me sleep until I woke up naturally- on order of Doctor Reece. It was probably the only order given by Reece that Thompson followed. But as soon as I woke up, I was dragged down a hallway to the floor that Coop was being kept on and thrown onto a bed. Needles were injected, sensors placed on my skin.

They did everything.

But I refused to ignite my flare.

The only good thing that happened was that the pain had stopped. I hadn't experienced a single headache since the day I broke into the boys' room. It was explaining what had happened that was the problem. I had fully shown what I was capable of and Thompson leapt onto the chance to find out.

So now I lay on my hard bed, trying not to move and scrape a few more minutes of peace before they figured out I was awake. I'd realised that if I moved, they figured I was close to waking because apparently when you sleep, you don't move. If you move, some part of you is still awake. And that means you can be woken.

So if I stayed still, they wouldn't know I was awake.

During my prolonged time of peace, I thought about what my father and other Morris Islander's would be thinking. What was Kit doing? Had he figured out Thompson was behind it- he should have by now. Did he tell the news? What about the other parents?

Were they close to finding us?

I could only hope they were- if not, I didn't know how much longer I could last. Every test they did seemed to drain me of energy. I barely managed to keep to my feet as they took me back to my room. Once or twice, I fazed out of consciousness on the way, only to come back in the arms of an agent. They were beginning to show sympathy towards me: biting lips, murmuring uneasily, hesitating to follow Thompson's orders, carrying me all the way from the tests to my room.

Our scribes were constantly exchanging words, eyeing me up with a strange expression. I was trying my best to act normal, to keep myself from flaring. But the problem was the blood test.

I shivered.

I remembered when they took a vial of blood from my arm, the way Reece apologised with his eyes as he gave it to Thompson. Reece had no choice, so I couldn't blame him.

The needle had pierced my skin, sucked out my blood and then he dabbed away the blood.

The tests had clearly stated that I had something foreign inside me. I had Parvovirus XPB-19. Thompson had waved them in my face, demanded answers, but I refused to give them to him.

If we were in trouble before- we were in deep BS now.

My head began to send a warning pulse through me. I frowned, careful not to let it show. Why was I getting a headache after so long without one? A tingling came with it, one I had felt before.

Distress signal.

My door opened. Footsteps came close to me. A hand grabbed my upper arm. Hot breath hit my cheek.

"I know you're awake, Victoria" Thompson hissed in my ear. Obviously I needed to work on hiding my frowns. I blinked open my eyes, groaned when the harsh light hit them. Thompson pulled me to my feet before releasing me.