Why am I here?

Chapter 3

Mr Smith arrived three days later. I was dressed in a dress, the top was navy blue and the skirt was red and white striped vertically.

"Hello?" I asked the man at the door.
"I am Mr Smith. The man who sent you the letter, did you receive the letter?"
"Three days ago." I stated. "Shall I go and get my suitcase?"
"Yes. Of course."

Me and Mr Smith got rather connected in that ride to wherever we were going. The 'E' stood for Earnest, he was 34 and he has two sons.

"Hello Dr Erskine." I greeted the doctor, shaking his hand. "Hello again Miss Coulthard. How are we doing?"
"Very well thank you. What are we doing here today?"
"You are going to be sent to London as soon as you've been injected with this. It is going to be tried on a man at camp Leigh."
"Okay. Will I ever get to meet this man?"
"Maybe soon, maybe never. Depends on the circumstances."

"Mr Stark!? Where are we with the preparations?" The doctor called.
"Nearly there. I just need to get the penicillin out of the cupboard." He replied. "Ah Miss Coulthard. I finally get to meet you." Mr Stark said, shaking my frail and bony hand.

"How long have you wanted to meet me?" I asked.
"Since Dr Erskine met you at Stark Expo." He informed me. "I'm sure you and me will become more acquainted in a few minutes, or in London, either one." That made me laugh.

"Miss Coulthard." Dr Erskine asked.
"Yes?"
"Please get changed into these clothes." He commanded me, handing me a pile of clothes and gently pushed me towards a curtain.

Let me see... a white t-shirt and beige trousers. Nice. I tugged the t-shirt over my head, zipped up the zipper on the trousers and walked out from behind the curtain. They laid me down in a metal table and injected me with penicillin. Dr Erskine started to say something that I assumed wasn't to me, so I tuned it out. Eight philes filled with a blue substance were slotted into eight holders.

Two nurses and two doctors placed pads, with spikes on, all over different parts of my body. Once the philes were emptied, the table I was on, lifted me into a giant metal tube. Bright light were emitting all around me, I thought I was dying. My thoughts about dying were soon vanquished when I stepped out of the tube.

People were clapping, whistling, and crouding around me to congratulate me. Mr Stark, Dr Erskine and I walked into a separate room to discuss what we were going to do with me. "What I suggest, is that she can come and stay at one of my places in London and train with people I can hire." Mr Stark, well, suggested. 

"Then we shall do that." Dr Erskine confirmed.

"Thank you Mr Stark."
"Call me Howard, kid. Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"How old are you?"
"I am 18 years old, Mr Star-I mean Howard."

(That took me 30 minutes to work out how old she was...)

"Where are we Howard?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, half awake.
"We are a few hours from my place. Get some rest kid."
"Call me Cerrie. Most people do." I said, right before falling asleep.

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"Good morning Miss Coulthard." A man said, pouring tea into a nicely decorated tea cup.

Not a mug, a teacup.

"Good morning. May I ask, who are you?"
"My name is Mr Jarvis. I am Mr Stark's butler." He informed me.
"When did I get here?"
"Mr Stark landed the plane at about 3:00 last night, he carried you in here where we took off your jacket, socks and shoes. don't worry, nobody did anything. There are also clothes in the wardrobe, we were informed your disliking with certain types of dresses. Mr Stark will be waiting in the living room." He explained as he walked out.