Lot 168

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I wake up to find everything was dark, empty and frigid. Nothing, I could see nothing. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face nor could I see the blue sheets that covered me. I felt hallow. A prick in my neck made me jump, but before time could advance I was shaking on the bed watching the darkness as my body threw itself off the mattress.

I struggled; I said no; I had tried everything in my power to stop it. I never wanted to be labeled as the Ginny pig. I never asked for it. One thing life has taught me is that it does what it wants and it’s up to the person to decide how to live with it. I was back on the metal table; my improvement had malfunctioned. I was having a reaction to the skin like glove. I had a seizer. The wire that ran from my hand to my brain malfunctioned. My brain had swelled an inch larger than normal. Milo had helped me when my body was convulsing; he had called for Oxford. He had saved me. If he really was a criminal than he would have rolled back over and fell back asleep while I convulsed to death.

I watched as they ripped the glove off of me. I witnessed them cutting a line up my arm and into my head. Pain had disappeared, all I could feel was the heart beat pulsating in my skull. Blurry images surrounded me as things were stuck into my skin and as I was slowly drifting into an unconscious state my head was snapped to the left from someone slapping me.

I feel it now and man do I wish I didn’t. It felt like I was burning while I was being cut. It felt like someone was shooting staples into an open wound. My stomach launched into my throat before it covered the table. There was blood in it. That’s all I could make out, red.

It felt like years before the pain settled down to an ache. The lights were bright. The people were gone. I was left alone, like always. The colors started to come back along with my vision. After furiously blinking, I realized that I was on the same bed that I had woken up from my surgery last time. I was in the death room. At least that’s what I wanted to call it. I felt like death.

I can now see the beds clearly and everything seemed exactly how it was last time. I looked at my left hand and noticed it looked like it had healed weeks ago. My hand was a giant scar all the way up my arm. I had skin grafts covering my hand. Everything looked like an old memory. Only my brain thought differently.

I sat up and felt like something had rammed into me. My clothes were changed and my hair was captured in an elastic. Looking up, I saw Oxford stepping into the room while his attention was settled on his arm. Once he saw me staring at him, he walked faster towards me and nodded. His shirt lit up.

It has been two weeks since the malfunction. How are you feeling?

I just stared at him trying to understand that I had been out for two weeks. Where was Milo? How did this happen? What is going to happen next?

Oxford gave me a square object that had nothing on it. Pressing the right corner, the device turned on. I started to type.

Me- What happened?

I sent the chat and then almost automatically there was a reply.