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chapter seven

The physician, Jack Iles, woke me. “ Good morning m’lady, Ms Fyre, I have some food for you, if you could eat something...it might help…” That's what they had all said. I thought my dizziness would go away, it never did, it happened again, and again, none of them can stop it. I am always in my bed now, I can't leave my room for fear of hurting myself, one by one Morfran’s physicians tried to cure me, they all failed. I am not ill, they told me, I am damaged.
       
       After the night of the ball, Jaxon had applied all his power with his father and the court to try and find a cure for me. None of them worked. A far as anyone could tell, there was nothing wrong with me, but yet there was. I was no longer permitted out of my room, that included eating with Anais and Jaxon, riding Balize, visiting the library and visiting the atrium. The dizzy spells increased in amount and length, one if the more recent ones left me in a sort of coma for an entire day. Jaxon was my only comfort, Anais never visited my anymore, she had decided that since I wasn't dead she didn't have to worry about me. Every day after he worked on running the court with his father he came to me in my room, sometimes he brought sweets or a new painting or decoration for my room. He was my best friend. Spinning, fear, screams, coloured spots, darkness.
     
           I am in a place I can scarcely remember, it is a house, there is a woman holding my hand. A man is yelling, the woman runs with me to a metal door. There is a room with beds in it behind the doors, the man leaves. We wait. A banging, yells, now another woman and a girl like me are with us. The other man leaves. We sleep. Suddenly the shaking starts. Then a crimson liquid is covering the bed across from me. Darkness. A black haired man. Morfran.

           ‘THEY'RE DEAD!’ I scream at him, but he is not there. No one is there. They don't have to live with themselves, they don't collapse, they don't have to start away from everyone, they aren't damaged. It's dark outside my window, the stars twinkle like diamonds sprinkled across an inky cloth, it must have happened again. He comes back again the next day.
       “ House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.” I babble and he looks confused, I try again, “ House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran. House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.” The physician pulls him away, they stand in a corner talking, without me.

House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.

        ‘He's not coming anymore’ they told me 'you need a rest’. No. I need to see him. I will see him. I have to tell him something. They won't let me. They say I can't leave. I will tell him. “ House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran” I say and the physician and his assistants turn to me.
      “What was that dear?” One of the pretty assistants asked
       “House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.” I replie but she also seems confused. Can't they tell what I'm saying? They can't. No one can.
   
       I can't think anymore, all that's in my mind is that sentence and so I say it aloud, they don't mind.
House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.    
House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.
House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.
House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.
House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran.
     It helps sometimes.
       
       The room is swirling, coloured dots, House. Woman. Doors. Man. Women. Shaking. Blood. Black. Morfran. Darkness.

        “ Test subject number 3590 is returned from project 57”
        “ Roger! Was 3590 successful?”
        “ Unfortunately no, all our tests so far have gone the same, the subject in the R.L.S. starts to experience strange…..symptoms.”
        “ What kind of symptoms?”
        “ Well in this case, the shock of being in a simulation caused the subject 3509 to experience comas which eventually resulted in complete insanity. Some subjects react better then others, this is one of the more serious reactions we've had.”
       “ So what do we do with her then Doctor Morfran?”
       “ She is useless to us now, she has experienced such a high level of reaction that she is incapable of reuse. Take her to the  T.S.A. chambers.”
      “ But Doct-”
      “ No! I am sorry but there is nothing we can do for her Jaxon, as my son I would have thought you would have inherited some of my brains.”
      “ Yes father, let's go Fyre darling.”

     THE END