I know I should see this as a win. I get to survive, but what is surviving when you can't live how you want, do what you want, or reproduce with who you want. This is not surviving, it's just not dying.
The lines walk through the doors in single file. Where is Jillian going? What is going to happen to him?
We enter a room with glass tanks. Similar to the ones I saw on the cameras. We all stop in front of our own glass tank, there is a ladder to get in.
I whisper, "Am I going to die?" D steps a little closer to me. Then a little more, until we are finally touching.
"I won't let anything happen to you." He whispers. He gives my arm a light squeeze. The feeling of his warm body is a small refuge.
We stand there, unmoving, taking in each other's scent. I want to be in his arms, I just want him to hold me. We are touching, but we are miles apart. A female voice breaks our moment.
"Welcome to your home for the next week, this tank allows your body to stay a certain temperature while we preform a blood transfusion. We need to analyze whose blood is the best for harvest and the best for reproducing. This tank decides your fate."
A loud buzz initiates a movement into the tanks. D carefully guides me to the ladder. I place a hand on the rung and then the next. Slowly climbing up the ladder.
At the top, there is a platform, a breathing mask hangs over my head. I await further instructions.
"Above you, there is a oxygen mask, put it on." She adds. I reach for the mask and slide it over my face. Carefully watching the movements of the others. We all stand on the platform, when I notice the others turning around, as do I.
Suddenly, a lift brings D up to me. I stay staring forwards. He sticks white pads with wires connected to my head. Bringing one up at a time, slowly. He slides a hair out of his way. Such a small gesture that means so much.
His touch sends shivers through me. Then he sticks the same pads to my chest. His warm and passionate touch calms me.
I could tell he was hesitant to hurt me, but he pokes a needle into my arm attached to a tube. I hardly feel a thing.
He does the same thing to the other side, taking his time. Afterwards, he stares into my eyes. I keep staring forwards.
He guides me out on a different platform above the tank, there are straps for my feet. Probably so I don't float to the top. D kneels down in front of me and tightens the straps around my ankles. Not too tight it hurts, but just tight enough I won't float.
After he finishes he steps back, looks at me once more and then walks back to the lift to get lowered back down. He goes back towards the line of guards and doctors. Staring at me.
After a few moments another loud buzz rings and the platform I am on descends towards the bottom of the tank. After we finally reach the bottom the mask I put on automatically suctions to my face. I can barely breathe.
A loud burst catches my attention when the tank begins filling up with water. Freezing water. I wait as the water consumes me. My legs, then stomach, then chest. It finally reaches my head. I stay still. Still looking forwards.
I am surprisingly calm, the water, though cold is soothing. I stare at nothing until I feel a pull against my arm. They are doing the blood transfusion.
A loud commotion sounds in the tank next to me. I glance over and see a man thrashing around in his tank. He pulls out all of the wires and tubes, in the struggle. Then he finally stops. He is still. His body limp. I look above him.
He detached his oxygen tube.
He is dead.
Authors Thoughts:
Hey! Happy Tuesday.
Who do you think is better for Chloe, John or 'D'?
Much love - Samantha
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Patient Zero
Mistero / ThrillerFour others and I, could possibly save the human race. The other patients: Thomas, Jillian, Adalie, and John, were conceived prior to the entire human population becoming sterile, 17 years ago. I was born, A year after they were. My mother died in c...
