𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 (19) - Revised

The light above flickers in quick succession like clockwork, every once in a while I can see the room I'm in. The walls are white, padded, the floor stained with unknown substances.

I don't know how long I've been stuck in here. Minutes? Hours? A day? A week? My only consolation is the steady, slow thrum of Remington's heart and the soul presence of both of my loves. They're okay, at least, not in pain. I haven't been able to speak with them, either of them, and the separation is killing me.

The knowledge that they're alive does nothing to console me in this moment, however, as the padded walls begin to close in on me, my heart rate increasing exponentially as panic sets in. In the corners of my vision, I could've sworn there was someone standing there but when I turn my head to look, the room is still dark and I couldn't tell if someone is there no matter how I tried. Tears gather in my eyes, nails digging their way into my scalp through my knotted hair. The shackles leave bruises on my skin, not only because they are too tight, but also due to how much I've been tugging on them. The room gets smaller and smaller, and no matter how far I shove myself into the lightly padded white walls, it won't stop. It won't stop. Ragged breaths fall from my lips as the panic escalates. My eyes struggle to see in the endless void of the darkness surrounding me, but I know the room is closing in, every instinct screaming at me that I'm in danger.

I shove my head between my knees, crooked fingers gripping onto the fabric of my scrub pants so tightly they ache as I hug myself. Closing my eyes, I try to think of anything else. Anything. I try to imagine that Andy and Remington are here with me, attempting to soothe me through my distress like they usually do. The gentle carding of Remington's fingers through my hair as he holds me to him, letting Andy tell tales of kings and queens he'd served under, how he watched empires rise and fall oftentimes by his own hand as he was a tool for others. Its barely working.

The burn marks littering my skin from getting electrocuted so many times... well... burn. They sting and itch, constantly reminding me exactly where they are, lacing over my body in lightning-like patterns, new ones having been added recently but from an entirely different method.

The door opens but I can't bring myself to move. A hand forces my chin up, my eyes not quite able to meet the orderly checking to see if I'm still alive. They force my arms to loosen their grip around my legs, grip bruising as my limbs fight to stay interlocked. My vision swims with black spots, dizzy, as I'm lifted up by my sore, burned arms, chained once again like a leashed dog, and finally brought out of that fucking room. My uneasy thoughts cause me to move my eyes in alarm, scanning every inch of the surrounding area with panic. Even here, the walls close in. The orderlies tight grip causes some feeling to be lost in my arms but I pay no mind, laying limp in their hold as they drag me through the hallways.

Left, right, straight, right, left straight, right, no wait-

Every turn makes my head spin, the lack of nourishment getting to my brain as everything blurs. Things sway in and out of focus with the motion of my bobbing head, tangled hair falling askew. My clothes are removed, stripped down bare and then I'm tossed unceremoniously onto a tiled floor that slopes downwards only slightly. There is no time to right my dizzy mind or feel shame and embarassment at my nakedness as I'm sprayed with ice cold water, the shock of it causing me to gasp and jerk away though I can't move far. Immediately, my teeth began to chatter and I begin to tremble violently. I'm so cold.

The sick and other fluids from my stay in that room is washed away and I'm left drenched. They're quick to pick me back up and dress me in another set of scrubs and underwear, and it's a humiliating affair. I am not dried off, instead left to get my new clothes wet with the water still clinging to my body and my more-than-damp hair. My fingers go numb from the chill as I'm carted off again.