anesthetic

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02 May, 2117

Her mind was dancing with sparks of electricity. It numbed her almost as low as the illegal synthetic drugs but she still felt that spark which made her feel life-like, invincible. The spark of life was her sanity and self-control that was never apparent under the use of synthetics. They made her feel nothing but a nirvana.

Lizbeth couldn't remember much from the previous night, but from what she could remember she had told them everything.

"Do you remember what you had taken the pills with?"

"Hard liquor. Mhm... Maybe vodka. Maybe Irish whisky, actually..." Her brief descriptions of the night were all she could mumble out, all her memory allowed her and all she could recall with the pounding in her head and rashes on her body. She could remember, glimpses of neon red alleyways, the stench of liquor, screaming, laughing and heavy music entered her mind. The two men she had for the night with her were a blur of moans and drunken violence in the mosh pit. Her ears still rung from their deep breaths. The clock ticked in the hospital room and she was electrocuted back to reality. "Oh, and of course red-rem. Annd, some pills." 

"Of course, red-remedy this new form of heroin..." The doctor tapped something on a tablet placed on his wrist. "Uh-huh... So, these ten odd pills -- or as many as you remember taking, do you remember what they looked like so we can get an idea of what you had taken?"

"No."

"Ms Clarence, do you remember how you got here?" Doctor tapped the glass tablet screen until it curled back up into his wrist band.

"No, I guess I just remember partying in a nightclub downtown. Then I woke up here." Liz flickered her eyes around the blue electronically lit room. Her eyes burned at the sight of modernistic bright white hospital furniture. It felt bleak, uninteresting and nothing like the neon streets and green shots of the night. She groaned with frustration.

"Well, I cannot say we know what exactly you've taken, but when your recent blood results come back we'll know for sure if the procedures we've done have been effective--"

She stopped listening. To Liz, it was merely just boring. In comparison, she had been in worse scenarios: being waken up nude and in the bed of a married man's is one of them. Or there was that time where she woke up sick with chunks of vomit stuck in her hair. In this case, she just felt hungover and tired -- no pain, embarrassment or 'major' misfortunate. She could realistically take anything; it was easy and cheap to even be revived from a good old-fashioned heroin overdose. Correcting the chemical balance inside a human was not impossible in this era.

She tapped the electronic hand remote beside her bed, allowing Morphine Plus to rapidly pump into her veins. Liz already felt numb and not in a good way; not like a high she would get from synthetic illegal drugs. She grunted clawing the cannula out of her vein and she let it bled as it was released. She felt nothing except for a burning sensation in her forehead. Liz decided it was just side effects of the Morphine Plus, and tore the hospital robe off her body.

"Ms Clarence--" Dr stood in the doorway, in shock from her bare skin, blood dripping from her wrist and the cannula piece leaking on the metallic tiles. The red contrasted perfectly against her fair hourglass physique and she knew it was the hips and breasts he was looking at not the bleeding.

"Yes?" Liz smirked, filling herself into the dress she had worn the night before beside her bed; black and skin tight. Her dress and boots seemed to be the only remaining outfit pieces.

"This is not appropriate. I did come in to tell you that indeed your results have came in-- you are clear from sexually transmitted diseases, pregnancy, kidney failure... Well, all; however--"