The Rose: Torn of the Tormented

Chapter 2 - 0 to 100

One by one the names of each second-year student of Aquademic University was called. Stood in five lines two-hundred individuals, male and female, waited in what seemed to be a grand victorian ballroom. Biblical figures that were painted on the walls and ceiling watched them being called, and vanishing behind moss-green curtains to make acquaintance with doctors in full uniform for a yearly check up, an appointment by law to save lives, yet some less intellectual saw it as their inevitable demise. Those curtains to many were the gates of hell and the medical check-up was over exaggerated, mostly by females who couldn't get their stories straight of why they couldn't attend. It was the same every year for these girls, stating why going behind the unknown green sheets would be traumatic and damaging to them. "My dad was killed", " I was attacked", " I have a fear of needles". And as always, they would fail and be dragged off kicking and screaming, crying and wheezing, into the little makeshift doctor's rooms.

As the scared and worried gossiped among them there was a peerless young lady who refused to bat an eyelid towards the commotion. A mundane girl who stood amongst the hustle and bustle continued to wait for her name to be called without any fuss. Her mobile phone rested in the palms of her hands as grin would pull at the corner of her lips. Eyes fixated on the screen of the small device she saw her social media network blow up after an open minded and pretentious political comment was updated her profile just moments ago. She had to get her satisfaction from somewhere as this annual check-up day just dragged on for her. The virtual heated debate bringing more interest then what lied waiting behind those curtains.

"Azalea Harden". Her attention was snatched away from the comfort of her small little device as the voice called out to take her to the slaughter house. Her go. She crammed her phone into the deep pockets of an oversized camo-print jacket making her way towards the older male doctor who had called her name. She walked past him as he held the curtain to the side, letting it fall back into its attempt to keep confident information silenced and between medic and patient. She sat on a portable doctors bed, bouncing into the paper that was replaced after each student to aid infection control. Hearing the vibrations explode in her pockets caused her to groan and start to bite the inside of her cheek, too many this was seen as a sign of nerves, but in this case, she was just getting impatient as she watched the man set up his station. The people on her network trying to grab her attention, and with much restraint she continued to ignore the buzz of her phone to pay attention to the doctor folding her hands neatly in her lap as he started on that boring speech they gave every year. "You are here for your Humanity check-up that comes annually. At any point, if you have any questions, feel free to ask, or wait until the end of your appointment. On average it will take anyone below 60% 10 minutes to run these tests. Should you place higher, you will be asked to leave with a colleague for further examinations. Is that all okay Miss Harden?" She nodded her okay, which is the response she gave after almost every question the male asked. "You are 21 years old. Living in west Oakfordshire near the Ipanian... Close to the beach, that must be nice..."

"Do you often attempt idle chit-chat with your patients Doctor. I do have places to be." Azalea spoke, cutting off the doctors attempt to 'calm the woman down' it had become apparent that she did not need the reassurance or care. The medic coughed as he readjusted to his speech and continued to his list of facts that needed confirming by the student.

"Aspen Close, The Ipanian, Oakfordshire. Apartment number 712G. Parents deceased and your contact to call being a Mr. Damien Harden, Older cousin and registered guardian. Blood type A-. I will need to take your height and weight again Miss Harden." The girl rose from the seat and made her way to the scales and stepping up to the plate, lining her feet up with the ever so helpful 'where to stand for dummies' guide, with no questions. Weighing in at 162lbs with her height measuring up to 171cms. She made her way back to her seat with enough time for her butt print to still be moulded into the foam and paper of the bed. As she moved the man jotted the woman's physical appearance into his notepad, writing a detailed document to make sure that there were no abnormalities that could link this student to that of a feared experiment. He would give her quick glance, which made the girl less tense as it seemed the doctor now caught the print that she wanted to get away from this chemically polluted cloud that loomed over this area. And without the most common of features of pale skin, glazed misty eyes, pointed ears and razor sharp teeth she was soon okayed on that examination.