The Black Envelope

Chapter 30: Stirring

Chapter 30: Stirring

This chaper kind of took on a life of it's own as I was writing. It's meant to be longer but it's already long enough and I'm tired. Sorry though, I won't be uploading for a couple of days. That's why this one was supposed to be longer, but whatever. Don't hate  me. :3

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When Gage awoke, he was angry. It was an understatement to say he was furious. He was tired of being drugged. Tired of being picked on and knocked down. He just wanted it to end. To go home and quit. Quit playing the game he had worked so hard to control.

He opened his eyes and tried to reach up his hand to rub the sleep out of them. Puzzled, he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Then he saw that he was strapped to a table in the middle of a bright, white room. Shiny metal surgical instruments covered every space of the tables along the walls. The chrome table was cold against his bare back and legs. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and was clad only in his boxers from the waist down.

Gage tried to raise his head and look around but he stopped when his eyes spun. He turned his head instead and saw that the wounds on his arm had been neatly stitched and were almost healed. Panicking and wondering how long he had been unconscious, at least a day if his wounds had had time to heal, he found a window set into the wall. Bars covered it but through them he could see the slanting rays of sunlight as the sun set over on the horizon.

He was confused, not sure if it was the sun from the same day that he had fallen asleep, or another setting sun.

“You’ve been out for two days.” A female voice spoke from the doorway behind him.

Gage craned his head and spotted a young Unnoticed in a white lab coat enter the room and lock the door behind her.

“Two?” Gage asked, his heart sinking.

“Yes.” The doctor answered. She walked over and started cutting the stitches from his arm. “Those healed nicely. You can say what you like about him, but Thomas knows how to make a clean cut.” She mused.

“Why have I been unconscious for two days? What have you been doing?” Gage couldn’t help the fear from sinking into his words. Vague flashes of fuzzy memories were the only things he recalled from the past two days. He wished he could find a mirror to see if his eyes had changed color.

“Don’t worry, we haven’t changed you yet. We just wanted to make sure that you were presentable for Augustus. You were beat up pretty badly when Nickolas brought you in.” She walked around the table, appraising him from every angle. “I stitched you up and fixed your rib for you. The bruises and cuts healed pretty quickly on their own. Not much could be done about your bite, I’m afraid. But don’t worry. It’ll go away once he changes you.”

“And that’s taken two days? Don’t tell me that in the days I’ve been here you haven’t done any kind of test at all while I was unconscious? You are a doctor.”

The woman took off her glasses, rubbed them on her coat and placed them back on her black eyes. She had a very fair appearance about her. Porcelain skin, almost white blond hair, and thin lips the color of washed out rose petals.

She walked over and pressed a button on the wall. The table Gage was strapped to moved so that he was upright and facing the woman. He watched her as she moved around the room and picked up various instruments, placing them back down when she wasn’t satisfied with them.

“I have to admit I might have… feasted a couple times as you were here. Augustus is a fair man but he doesn’t feed us very much.”

Gage blanched. So that was why his neck throbbed and his head spun. It hadn’t felt healed at all when he woke up. Very much the opposite, in fact. He swallowed and breathed deeply, marveling at the fact that his rib, which had most likely been broken, didn’t pain him at all. “Anything else?”