Maia- a supernatural fanfic

My consciousness slithered its sluggish way to the surface, as it had done often for some time, only for this attempt it reached the light. I drew in deeper breaths and tensed and flexed my muscles slowly before opening my eyes, making sure my body was in no danger before I studied my surroundings. So far so good, apart from an itch in my left arm, just inside the elbow.

I cracked open first one, and then the other eye, expecting to see Kerrick's worried eyes hovering over me, but seeing only white. My heart skipped a beat, believing I was blind.

No, just the ceiling. And everything else in the room, I soon observed. Sterile white sheets covered my legs, a white side-table held a vase of decaying lavender. My favourite.

A small woman with frizzy brown hair and deep, brown eyes smiled at my confused expression. "Do you know you're name, dear?"

This confused me further. Of course I know my own bloody name, I wanted to retort. But no. I must be civil.

"Maia Sionnach Territh, where am I?" I tried to sit up, pushing down on a hard mattress and angling the pillow, but felt that small itch in the crook of my elbow become a tug. The nurse, as I could now comprehend, opened her mouth to answer, but her words, and the voices of the people talking out in the corridor all faded out as I saw the cause of my itch. An IV drip.

"GET IT OUT!" I screamed and began to rip furiously at the sheets so I could reach the tube, my throat hoarse and echoing off of the white walls. I continued to scream and yell, kicking out at anything as several white-clad doctors shoved their way into the ward and forced me back down onto the gurney. I was too strong for them alone, my strange berserker strength stemming from years of fighting tooth and nail for survival. I brought up my free elbow and smashed it into a doctor's face, obliterating his nose. I was deaf to his screams as I kicked out at the remaining two, but stopped when I saw the two men in their dark suits heading straight for me. One, the shorter of the two, a blonde with bright blue eyes and stubble coating his chin and neck, took hold of my left shoulder and forced it down with strength to match my own. The other, tall and long-haired, took hold of my wrist in a vice-like grip and pushed it back and behind my head.

"Gerroff!" I growled but ceased my frantic thrashing. "Take it out, get the IV out!"

"Okay, we can arrange that, just calm down." The taller one's voice was soft, with a slight southern American accent.

"I don't think-" The remaining doctor, his comrade having taken broken-nose away, cut in, but the shorter suit glared at him.

"We need her to co-operate, it isn't important to her, is it?" It was more of a statement really.

"Well it's just saline, I'll see-"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" I shoved the shorter suit off of my arm and ripped the tube out myself. It was a small, uncomfortable tug. The needle end was still in.

A family at the other end of the ward, who had shrunk into a set of seats and were now staring, shrieked collectively and backed away further. I found this mildly amusing and chuckled once.

The doctor's horrified expression only grew when I tugged the needle out next. That hurt a little, and blood started to bubble up. I threw the sharp little annoyance on the floor and staunched the bleeding with a piece I tore off of my white cotton hospital T-shirt.

"You're in a hospital. You could have just asked for a bandage." Short-suit grinned, and pulled up a chair. "Doc, can we speak with her a while, in private?"

My heart rate picked up again, panic welling. Why? What did they want?

It was arranged, albeit reluctantly by everyone but the suits, and ten minutes later I sat up in a private room with the suits on either side in comfy armchairs. Short-suit grabbed the rice pudding from a tray and ate as his partner talked. "I'm agent Welch and this is my partner, agent Nugent." He began.