Infatuated

Subject 008: Taking Joy

"And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers."

-President Ronald Reagan

I laid on my side on my hospital bed, with the thin, white covers over my head. I had no idea what my next Operation was going to be, and I certainly didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to wait on it, either.

I had my eyes closed. For a long time, I stayed like this, unable to fall asleep. A few times I opened my eyes, but it was only three or so times because I heard somebody come in.

I wasn't sure if anybody called to me, or just came in to put things down, or whatever. I honestly didn't really care. I didn't want anybody to bother me either. It felt like if somebody came in and tried to, I would lash out at them.

I knew I wouldn't because if I did, I would get a shot of Therozene. Now I really didn't want to get caught up in that crap again.

Somebody came in again, and it definitely wasn't a staff or nurse or doctor or guard or whoever normally would come in here. This was Dr. Frentz, Dr. Stark and somebody else. It was another one of Dr. Frentz's Assistants. My eyes opened once I heard their voices.

No. Hell No, I wasn't ready for this. Just get the hell out of this room. Goodness, I wanted to say that...

"Looks like she's asleep." Dr. Stark confirmed. As if they were talking about it before coming into the room. Maybe he was trying to bet on it, and won it. 

"Well, she'll need to wake up in a little bit." Dr. Frentz pointed out. "We've got to chat.. about the next Operation."

"Right," He replied. Then I heard footsteps clicking towards me.

"You know the rules," Dr. Frentz calmly reminded his Assistant.

I scoffed after hearing that. I'm pretty sure they heard that. If they did, who cares? Hahaha... they might do something...

Of course, I wanted them to get the hell out of this room! So, to speed this up faster, I threw the covers off me with my arm, and sat up.

"Ah... She's awake." Stark pointed out.

Now I saw the third person in the room. It was... the man from the hallway on my Unit.. the one with the black hair with dirty blonde streaks... they look more golden now that I get a better look at them...

Wait. If he was one of Dr. Frentz's Assistants, then why was he in the Unit's halls in the fist plat? Was he just passing through or...

"7295," Dr. Frentz began, making sure I was listening. "How are you feeling?" 

Like shit. 

"Are you not going to respond?" He asked calmly.

Hell no.

Dr. Frentz decided to move on, since the only thing I would do was stare at him. I wouldn't move or make a sound.

"This is Dr. Tarra." He motioned with his left arm towards the semi-hard looking Assistant. He looks more visible in here than in those grey looking hallways.