Blood Type C Positive

Chapter 6 (in Courtnee's POV)

The feeling of cushioned sensation under my body makes me think of my comfortable bed at home in my room.

The soft luscious blanket over me reminds me of my puppies and how much I love them lying on my lap and sleeping next to me at night. I feel their fur on my finger tips and their breathing on my skin as they close their eyes and feel the love and comfort I try my best to provide. I see them next to me as the short muzzles of their faces are curled around themselves in a ball of fur. But it doesn't feel like them. Their fur is shorter and more stiff this time. I opened my eyes to a blanket, not as soft as my puppies, but close. At least they gave me a blanket. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands and tried to take in my new surroundings and environment. On the other side of the wall, across from me, there was a bench. A nice, clean... jail cell? What is this?

I threw the blanket over to one side of me and sat up with bad posture and put the palms of my hands on the mattress. My eyes are droopy and hard to keep open like there were 2 elephants on my eyelids. If I kept sitting down, I would fall back asleep, so I stood and walked around a little to get myself started. Everything was blurry and cleared up as I was increasingly aware of what was around me. I was constantly yawning and stretching as I explored the room. My vision finally cleared up, I went up to the door, just to see the doctor standing there looking at papers on the operating table... with KN-3125! I was tempted to say hello to KN-3125 but decided not to, for they were probably talking about something important. I decided to make my time useful and try to go back to sleep. I laid back down in my bed and flipped the blanket back over myself and shut my eyes, facing the wall. I was about to drift off when I heard the door slide open and close. I alertly sat up and looked towards the door and saw KN and Doctor Moore. Doctor Moore still had the surgical mask on but now he held a clip board with papers attached to it.

"Courtnee?" Doctor Moore asked flipping a paper up to look at the paper underneath and then let go of it to flip it back down.

"Yes, that's my name."

"Do you mind if we talk to you for a minute?"

"Depends," I replied back to him.

"On what?"

"On what we're going to talk about."

He sat down anyways and laughed at the reasoning. "There's nothing to be afraid of, darling!" KN sat next to him as he stared at me through his helmet. "So," he started to say. "I'm just going to ask you a few questions. Try to answer them as truthfully as possible, okay?"

I nodded my head, concerned about why he needed to ask me questions.

"So, when's your birth date?"

"You'll have to look some place else for that info."

Doctor Moore dropped his head and chuckled. "Can't you just tell me?" he asked. His face looked angry and slightly red, even though I could only see half of it.

"You took me here and for what? You don't have any info of me either? Wow, just, wow! You guys are really on top of it aren't you? I bet you don't even know how old I am do you," I said, angrily. "Whatever you're going to ask me you can scavenge for it over the phone or on an informational paper!" I yelled at him. I leaned back against the wall and folded my arms over my chest.

"You're just a handful aren't you?" I could tell he was really angry and frustrated now. His face was bright red and his hand clutched his pencil so hard, he started to sweat.

"I get it from my dad!" I yelled back at him.

He quickly got up and walked toward me as he pulled a tiny knife out of his pocket. He got me to stand up by yanking my arm and got me caught in a choke hold, holding the knife to my neck. I saw KN jump slightly and then Doctor Moore started to speak. "You are going to tell me are I will kill you right here right now in this cell."

I acted like I was struggling to breathe and couldn't get out of it, but I didn't want to explode on him and then go to sleep again with one of those stupid tranquilizers. "I can't kill me," I spook as clear as I could. "You need me for something. You're just trying to get the info," I continued. He let go of me as he stepped towards the door, his face as red as ripe tomatoes. I smiled slightly about the fact that I made a grown man like him, mad. KN stayed with me in my cage, just staring at me.

"KN? Aren't you going to go with Doctor Moore?"

He just sat motionless on the bench staring in to my eyes.

"He doesn't need me," he finally answered as he dropped his head a bit, still holding his gun. "I just want to apologize for doing what I did to you... earlier..." he looked up at me and stared at me again. I felt my eyes lock to his through the black, plastic covering his eyes. I looked away for the reason that there was a camera installed above the door.

"So, what do you do in your free time?" I asked, again with curiosity.

"What's that?" KN asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I whispered to myself looking slightly downward at the floor. "Free time is the time that you get when you're not doing anything important at the moment and you do whatever you enjoy doing! But, I can tell that you don't really have... free time. You just work all day, all the time, don't you?"

"Yep, it's what I've been doing my whole life. I mean, I guess we have meetings occasionally, but that's not.."

"Something you enjoy doing..." I finished.

"Correct."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 17 years old. My birth date is March 23."

"So you just turned 17?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm turning 16 in November," I immediately covered my mouth and nose with both hands and gasped. "No! At least I didn't tell you the day," I said shaking my finger at the camera. I let out a big sigh. I really didn't know what to think about KN-3125. I think he's changing. I'm happy for him that he's finally having real emotions. "So, what do you need me for?"

"I still can't tell you that."

"How can I find out?"

"You can't, you have to go through it first."

We just stared at each other for a moment, awkwardly, to see who was going to talk first.

"Well, I guess I have to check on Doctor Moore to see what he's up to," KN mumbled standing up and walking to the door.

He seemed unhappy so I decided to ask what was wrong, "What's wrong?" I quickly asked before he got to the door. I watched him slowly turn his head at me as he sniffed his nose in his helmet. He took his time walking toward me and sitting on my bed next to me. He put the palm of his hand on my cheek. I knew there was a camera and wanted to pull my head away, but didn't. Instead, I slightly pushed my head against it. The warmth of his glove comforted me. He put his other hand softly against face. I felt his helmet against my forehead and closed my eyes. We stayed in that position for a minute or 2. We finally pulled back and I opened my eyes. He let go of my face and looked down.

"Sorry, I just..." he mumbled.

"No," I said before he could finish apologizing. "It's okay," I whispered back, slipping my hand in his, one that wasn't on his gun at the time. He let go of my hand, picked up the other side of his gun and stood up quickly. I stood up just as quickly as he did. It seemed like he was thinking rapidly about something.

"What?"

"Stay here," he whispered again, running out the door and then locking it from the other side. I sighed and plopped down on my bed, staring down the door.