Stitched Limbs

Ch: 2 The Facility and Its Doctors

      "-Emmeline." Something said, starting to rouse me from my dreamless sleep. A warmth is placed on my shoulder and I feel my body shake lightly. "Miss Emmeline, wake up please. If we don't start soon we'll be behind schedule." The now discernibly male voice pushes.

       A shiver runs up my spine as I feel that familiar energy, like the person who was shaking was holding his strength back. My eyes pop open and I shoot up to a sitting position, swatting whoevers hand was on my shoulder away. Scooting to the wall hastily and hitting my head on it, pain erupting in the back of my head and blinding me for a moment. My head was sensitive after all that shit that happened a couple of nights ago, or was it? How long was I asleep? I thought as I rubbed the back of my head, wincing and hissing at the pain. And looking up at who was touching me as the pain started to clear.

       "Are you alright?" The man asked, something like a concerned look on his face. He was sitting forward a little bit as well.

       I was a little taken aback by his looks, not at all expecting this.... Handsome.... man here. Wasn't he supposed to be working as a model or something? He was lean and tall, dark hair that was cut about 2 inches from his head evenly around, eyes that looked like crystal water, and lips that were thin but slightly plump. His jawline was wonderfully diamond like, not too hard and not too soft either, his chin came to a soft point. His broad shoulders held the lab coat easily and kept it open at a nice width. And from what I could tell, he was well built too.

      His eyebrows furrowed as I stared at him. "Are you feeling ok?" He asked again, reaching a hand towards my foot.

      I pull it away and shake my head at him a little bit, earning myself a throbbing head. "I-I'm fine, who are you?" I asked, clenching my hands a little bit and wincing at the pain in my fingers. Looking down and noticing that two fingers were splinted and taped to stay straight. "W-what is going on?"

      "Can you remember anything?" The man examined me as I looked at my fingers and around the room.

      "N-not really..." The room was small and barren, spare a bookshelf and the bed I was sitting on. I look back at him and shiver, he was smiling at me a little bit. "Y-you didn't a-answer my question." My nervousness was starting to seep into my voice.

      His smile widened as he offered his hand to me. "I'm Doctor Tyn, I will be the one to do the procedures on you. And I can't exactly tell you where we are, but I can tell you that you are safe here in this underground facility." Doctor Tyn said with almost a sing-songy voice, his hand still out for me to shake.

      I give it a wary look and decide to push it away lightly with one finger, not meaning to be rude. I just didn't want to be touched right now. Not ever if I can help it. I thought as Doctor Tyns' Look saddened. "It's nice to meet you, but I don't want to be touched. Thank you." I moved towards the edge of the bed and felt some cold air on my back, reaching back I felt my hand touch my back. Then I also reached the conclusion that I was lacking a bra. That was probably why he was smiling at me, the perv. I looked at him with an annoyed glare. "And thank you for the information, I don't think I'll take my chances and consider everything as a threat until proven."

     Doctor Tyn looks at me with a look of hurt, then changed it to a neutral look. "Fine, you can do that if you wish. But you won't get anywhere by doing that." He stands and looks at his wristwatch. "Now, I was not joking when I said you needed to wake up. We are slowly getting behind schedule. So stand up and follow me, I need to ask you some questions for confirmation before I decide on anything else." He gives me a slightly annoyed look and heads for the door, standing beside it to wait for me.