The Diamond Spy

Ch.14 Her Doctor

Her Doctor

The grey lifeless walls of Preventative Care were starting to get real boring. I also needed to pee pretty badly. It sucked they left the cuffs on my wrists, extra tight. They also made sure the cuffs were chained to the wall behind me, down low. Otherwise if they were up any higher I could potentially find a way to use my hair to free myself.

When I had been escorted in and restrained by a young female guard, she explained that my former spy profession made me a high flight risk. All extra cautions had to be taken to insure I did not escape.

And now, I was soon to be examined. At least that's what I was told five hours ago. There was a digital clock on the wall and with the seconds ticking by it was driving me crazy.

I honestly feel like I am about to lose my mind in my cramped grey and lifeless cell. That's about the same time I hear a rattle of a cog turning in the doors. My eyes focus on the gap slowly appearing between the cement wall and metal door. It heaves along the floor as the female guard from before enters from the outside.

Her squinty eyes focus on me as she stalks into my small square space, right up to my standing figure.

"Sorry for the delay," she apologizes, quietly, flicking her brown hair behind her shoulders as she explains, "The main assessor fell ill and we had to call in a replacement, assessments resumed a few hours ago after Doctor Charles came in to take over duties for introducing newcomers. He will see you now," her eyes search mine for a moment, bright with knowledge.

As she explains, she fetches a key from her belt and scoots behind me to undo the chains attached to my cuffs. My wrists are still forcibly left restrained behind my back as she shows me forward and leads me from behind with a hand on the small of my back.

"Welcome to the PC Complex Miss O'Brien," she states.

"Formalities aside and not to be rude, but I really need to pee, where –" I begin to ask but I don't get very far when she interrupts quickly.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time to wait for the detainees to take their time relieving themselves just to slow down my job to move on this initial process. I'm sure you can wait to use the restrooms after I've moved you into the main processing chamber," she explains dryly like she's told every other prisoner before me the same thing.

"...fine," I grumble, it's not like I could change what was happening to me right now. As she leads me out of my cell, we enter cold white corridors reeking with the smell of antiseptic.

Yes, this prison labelled for Preventative Care felt like it was more of a hospital and I still didn't understand exactly why. After a few minutes of winding down endless amounts of plain corridors, I also feel like this place is a never-ending maze.

"It's the only safe place," she speaks, out of the blue and I look over my shoulder to see her watching me. I just raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain, "Nowhere else is safe. This place is secure."

"Ah," I'm thoroughly confused about what she's said as we turn down one more empty corridor. At the end, we are heading towards a glass door where I witness a large room with multiple pacing prisoners. All I can do is gulp, "So you think the safest place is where all the potential Misfits are?" I ask, under my breath, curious but also disbelieving.

Not that I felt seriously threatened, but I didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Not concerning that. You'll all see one day," she replies quietly and I barely hear her.

As we get closer, a bulky bald man also dressed in a guard's uniform, lumbers up to the glass door and opens it, his eyes on my escort. Her grip tightens on my cuffs at the sight of him.