Alpha Alden ✔️

Chapter Twelve

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I returned to my room just in time. Sermon burst in five minutes later.

"You're up early," she notices, as two woman wearing white face masks follow her in. The girl with the pale green eyes, sleek black hair pulled into a bun behind her head, is one of them. She's the only one of Alden's staff - aside from Sermon - that I still remember. "You're dressed, even."

I shrug nonchalantly, not saying anything. The last thing I want is for Sermon to become suspicious of my escape. The word would surely spread like wildfire.

"You've taken a lot of this medication very well. Better than any of us assumed," Sermon says brightly. Something tells me it's a line she tells all the other patients. Something to lift their spirits, to avoid hysteria. As much as I don't believe it, I do feel fine. Great, in fact. Perhaps it has something to do with my grand escape this morning.

One of Alden's staff, the unfamiliar one, holds a small, clear container in her fingers. Inside, is a thin strip of some unknown medication. A shiver consumes my skin, trailing down my back. That looks frightening.

"Meet Ivy. Three hours after consumption, it is essential exercise follows. It's just because this certain medication will be targeting your heart. Exercise will be a great way to monitor the effects," Sermon explains.

My eyes widen. "What does my heart have to do with Time's mark?"

"If the heart is cleansed of his bond, then so will your blood," Sermon tells me, motioning for the staff to start the administration.

This worries me the most because if something goes wrong with this, I might die. However, knowing better to disobey, I open my mouth, allowing one of the white masks to slip the strip underneath my tongue. It doesn't immediately dissolve, turning to sludge within my mouth. Sermon demands I keep my lips tightly shut until is vanishes. When it finally does, it leaves a burnt taste of mint in my mouth. It's unpleasant.

"Here's your paper. We will be back in three hours exactly to take you to the gym," Sermon tells me, the poisonous smile gracing her features as I take the paper from her hands. Without waiting for me to bid her farewell, she clicks her way to the next patient.

I lay back in my seat, reading the paper.

Type C
Name: Ivy

Application: Internal consumption

Instructions: Dissolve tab under tongue. Reaction takes up to twenty minutes.

Caution! Discontinue use if symptoms persist:

Chest pain
Heart palpitations
Lower back pain
Light head
Internal bleeding

Common symptoms exhibited in most patients:

Fatigue
Headache
Weakness
Nausea

Use only with the intentions to cleanse blood from source. Follow with exercise.

Sighing through my nose, I glare at the paper. How am I meant to exercise with weakness and a headache? Hopefully in the three hours, all these symptoms will cease to exist. It would be nice if they never came in the first place.

Knowing I have time to kill, I rinse the paper under the tap, letting the water slowly tear it to shreds a before it washes down the drain. Satisfying. After, I pace around the room until I pick up the book that was left for me on Wisdom Pack history. This could be a chance for me to find something out about Alden that I don't already know.