Chapter 5: Questions

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    I awoke to white lights and beeping monitors and turned my head to view my surroundings. I was strapped onto a gurny. Old brown bandages covered my limbs and the patches of my skin still visable revealed half healed wounds held together by stiches. Multiple IVs sprouted from my arms and wrists like roots, supplying my body with much needed nutriants. I heared a moan to my right but the curtain blocked my view. I reached to pull it away but my IV's stopped me, causing me to jerk in pain.  Dammit. Another groan. "Who...who's there?" I ask with a hushed gravely tone.

"Céline? Is that you?" A scratchy yet familiar voice replied.

"My God, Jax. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I mean I feel like shit, but nothing I can't handle. Doc says I can leave tomarrow afternoon." He hesitated then, taking a long, calculated breath.

   "But...I think you might be here a while. I guess they found something. Not sure what though." He was an obvious liar. They knew... oh god.. they knew..

"What did you tell them!?" I half shouted, my sore throat stopping me.

"Céline, calm down!" Jax whispered urgently. My heart monitor began to beep rapidly and my vitals spiked with my sudden rage.

     "Céline! You need to calm down! They will sedate you!" Jax was beginning to panic then. My vision darkened into a deep blood red. I was so filled with an unexpected rage that I didn't hear the nurses come in and start feeding sedatives into my IV. Once the meds took effect, I faded into a blissful oblivion.

    My eyes focused and I was in a different room. The rage attack had left me exhausted. How much time had gone by? I knew I was conscious the whole time, but everything that transpired between the rage attack and where I was now was all a blur. The lights were dim in the small windowless room that I was placed in. My arms and legs were strapped to the cot and I could barely move. The IVs now dripped a foggy white fluid into my veins. I peered at my vitals on the screen. Everything seemed to be normal. The beeping stayed at a steady rhythm. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Turning from the noise I noticed a dark figure sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He was staring at me. His face was shrouded in shadow and his figure was hunched forward and tense. I tried to clear my throat, to ask him who he was, but I couldn't seem to find the energy to speak. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"They found something. Something they will kill you for. They're planning on interigating you. Prepare yourself. Don't say anything stupid like I found a man in a box so he spit in my mouth. Because if I find out you that you told them about me, I will kill you myself." I froze then, realizing who this mysterious person was. What the hell was Jayveece doing here? He stood and the light illuminated his features. My eyes met his and it felt as if an electric shock ran through me. My back arched upwards and I gasped loudly as he and all of my surroundings faded into something else. It's happening again.. I thought as my vision morphed.

I walk in hand cuffs attached to my hands and ankles down a long bright hallway. A guard is placed every few feet against the walls, all holding guns. Hah. Like those would stop me. Fucking idiots.  Suddenly I'm pushed from behind, nearly running into the guards ahead of me. Apparently I'm not moving fast enough. I took a few breaths. No use in changing now. They don't trust me yet. It would be a shit storm if they find out now. I'm led into this small padded cell at the end of the hall. It has no windows. And barley has enough room for a bed and what appears to be a small drain in the corner of the room. Great. I get to shit in a hole the size of a doughnut. That interesting Earth food that I had grown to love. I guess all I can do is be patient. This is all part of the plan...

"Its time to wake up private. I did not train you to sleep all day. You are wasting time." I emerged from my dream to a familiar voice. Jay was gone and Chief sat in his place. Disoriented, it took me a moment to remember where I was, or how long I've been in here. Most of all I couldn't stop thinking about that dream. "How long have I been here?" I ask.

"Four weeks, six days, and five hours. It took a lot of convincing to get them to take you out of induced comma.

"Medically induced comma? Why? My injuries weren't extensive. I only had cuts and scrapes. No broken bones..." I trailed off. Chief was giving me a look I only got when she was about three seconds away from stabbing my eyes out with the most contaminated thing in the room. "Sorry ma'am."

"No use in apologizing. It ain't gon' make anything better but.." She paused a moment, trying to find the right words. Sweat beaded her chocolate skin and worry lines creased her forehead.

      "You went into shock shortly after being moved to this holding cell. One minute you were fine, the next.. you just went into severe convulsions. The doctors had no other choice but to put you under." she sighed then.

    "Céline what happened you you out there?" Chief's face was masked with a shadow of worry and... guilt? The woman was harder to read than an E-text of ancient English literature.

Chief's expression quickly flattened and she pressed the button on her ear com.

"Yes sir, she is awake. No sir. Yes, I will prep her immediately."

She looked at me then.

"Your results are in. My superiors are heading to this location to ask you a few questions." Chief's demeanor was off. Something wasn't right.

    "What kind of results?" I asked, a sudden fear coating my every cell.

     "That is classified. They will be here in a few moments. So prepare yourself."

She got up swiftly and left the room.

    "Yes ma'am.." I whispered as three armed guards walked into the room.

  A stumpy man in a black bio-suit entered last.

   "Private Dawson. I am Johnston Paak, N.A.S top biologist. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

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