mutated

chapter thirty nine: lily looks like a slutty hooker

When I opened my eyes, everything just looked white. White ceiling, white lights, white air vents, white framed on the bed... Wait. Why was I on a bed with frames? My bed in my apartment didn't have frames or have this much white. White reminded me of hospitals, which reminded me of zombie scenes, which creeped me out. 

Wait a minute. Hospital?

I jerked from my lying position, looking around wildly. Alpha was lying on the bed, his left hand propped up on a sling that was hung from the top, and he looked bored, sketching with his free hand. The seat next to his bed was wrinkled, so I assumed that he had just taken a visitor. On my other side was Abby, chatting with Lia animatedly about something that I wasn't bothered to use my powers to eavesdrop on. And there was me. 

Angel had made a new rule in the compound: if you're injured, even if she did heal you, you still had to spend a minimum of two weeks in the infirmary. So that meant that Alpha was on his last few days in the infirmary. No wonder he was bored.

"Hey," I called at Alpha, who turned to look at me. He gave me a look, like 'why are you interrupting my sad boring no-life time'. "How long have I been here?"

"Two days." He replied.

What the actual fück?

"Two days," I repeated in disbelief. "I've been unconscious for two whole days?"

"Ya."

I was surprised, to say the least. Sleeping wasn't something that came easily with me, so sleeping for two whole days was the wildest thing I had ever heard of. I tried to get off my bed, only to realize that my ankles and wrists were tied up to the edge of the beds. I tried to get out again, trying to pull my hands out. Nope. I stared at the manacles, trying to unlock the mechanisms with my telekinesis. Nope. Nothing. My telekinesis was not working.

As I continued to struggle, my vision began to blur again, and I dropped back onto my bed. As I plopped onto the pillow, I felt something cold and hard around my neck. Dammit. The collars. I hated the collars. I thought I was done with these stupid things. Power inhibitors. Stupid. Fücking. Inhibitors. Those things were annoying. Sure, they were amazing for helping me sleep and all without everyone's annoying thoughts in my mind, but still. I liked my powers. 

Alpha looked over again. "Oh yeah, forgot to tell you about that. You're all chained up because you started thrashing in your sleep and destroyed a couple of bottles with your telekinesis. Then you started screaming with your telepathy so neither me or Abby could get any sleep. So Lily set up the manacles and the collar just to keep you safe."

"He's right." Angel had just walked in, a clipboard in her hand. "You have a nasty concussion, and a hypermobile wrist that you sprained and still hasn't healed properly. As well as that, the muscles in both your right and left arm are severely strained and lactic acid in there are off the charts, and there's something going on in your hypothalamus that made me need to start an IV drip of anesthetic so you would go to sleep."

"Did you inject me with morphine?"

"Propofol, actually."

"Oh good, makes me feel like Alice in Jessica Jones."

"Your Netflix references aside, you have been prescribed 18 days of rest in the med bay, which will give you a few days to prepare yourself for your final cage match against Alpha. Until further notice, you are limited to your bed unless Hawk comes in and frees you because frankly, I don't know how to deactivate your restraints."

"Seriously? So I'm stuck here? I can't even move my fücking arms more than 2 cm." I groaned. "Not a good situation to put someone as hyper as me. Also, I'm hungry. How am I supposed to eat, and no you are not shoving a tube through my nose."