A Psychic's Coffee

Chapter 6

 "Why do I keep waking up this week. I just want to keep sleeping for a while... or forever," I said to myself.

I surveyed my surroundings: "Why am I in an operating room and why is only one light on?"

The overhead light provided me with a glimpse of what secrets lay hidden in the mysterious area. As much as my eyes hated light, they didn't like complete darkness either so at least I could see. There didn't seem to be any life either which meant I could escape.

Hopefully, they didn't take anything that they shouldn't have. Now all I have to do is get out and I should be fine, I thought. Easy, just get up. That's all you have to do. Scott. I couldn't get up though.

"What the! I-I can't get up," I whisper-shouted in case anyone was listening to me, "Is it sleep paralysis? I mean, it better be or else Amber, someone who I met yesterday, is just sleeping while holding my hand. God, why do I have the most hormone-fueled nightmares and night terrors?"

Amber's eyelids were shut like a gate and her freezing-cold hand was gripped tightly to mine as if she was clinging to it for dear life. Despite her cute sleeping face resting on the chair in which she was sitting, it still freaked me out.

"Since when did Amber work with a group that drugs people. I might be jumping to conclusions but it's probable."

That's when the A/C turned on. Even without being able to remove the covers I could still piece together my current situation.

"Where did my shirt go? Speaking of, where did my pants go? They were nice enough to leave my boxers and socks on," I groaned.

I tried to shift my body's weight but to no avail. Still stuck! what drugs did they use? To make matters that much worse, Amber started to wake: "Huh, when did I get here? I could have sworn thirteen was out."

No! what should I do? I could just acknowledge my predicament and solve it but I don't think to talk to your captor will work or make them less potentially murderous. There is the option of just pretending everything didn't happen and I could shift the blame to her, sounds good to me. It would be effective and I won't die quickly.

I closed my eyes and darkness enveloped my world. I tried moving like I would do when I roll around in my sleep and finally I managed to make my muscles move accordingly.

"Oh, Crap! Thirteen why did you make me do this," She cursed, "I'll at least wake him,"

She said, finally letting go of my hand which could now get the blood it so desperately needed.

"Scott, wake up."

"Scott!"

I ignored her calls. The best way to get what you want is to have others do it for you. The several times I've asked my classmates to get me something has taught me this. I end up having to do pretty much everything. God, I hate high schoolers with a passion.

"Fine, I'll just pull you out of bed," She said throwing the blankets off my half-naked body.

I didn't even need to see it with my own eyes, imagining her face was just enough embarrassment for one day. Juicy strawberries especially came to mind. I can't blame her, if I were to see her like I am right now, I'd run away as my self-consciousness takes over control.

The door creaked open and Sandra popped in: "Oh, I see you getting to know the recruit rather... personally."

"No! It's most certainly not like that," Alex stammered, face a shade of stoplight-red.

"Sure it is. I wouldn't have ever thought you would like a guy like that. 0013 definitely would fall for him, but you. Alright"

"I was just going to wake up Scott. Sandra, and I was going to explain everything. The one time I get to tell the subject about us and you screw it up, royally I might add."