The Table

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Soon, I have thoughts. Thoughts that brought me back to consciousness.

A cold pain is riddled up and down my back.

"She's awake"
I hear a voice say, and begin to wonder how long I was out for, not even realizing that I was strapped to a table.

"Hello, darling" another voice says, as I begin to regain once blurry vision.

"We have secured you here, just in case you become reckless"
A masked surgeon says.
"This will hurt for quite some time, but theres nothing you can do about that, now is there?" He laughs.
"What are you doing?" I say in a stern tone of voice.
"Oh just making sure you don't...
leave." He smiles at me.

I am somehow soothed by the soft, mellow tone of his voice, even though I should be screaming.

He pulls out a needle and flicks it. "All clear" he assures the assistant next to him.

I feel a dull, drowsy pain in my arm, that quickly intensifies by the minute. My eyes roll back in to the sockets, and I drift once more.

Authors note:
Ok, I am so sorry that this is short, it's only because the next thing that happens I want to be the beginning of the next chapter. Please forgive me. :3

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