Infatuated

Subject 009: A Day of Planning

I sat up, ready for what I was going to do today. Today was the day, I plan my escape from SL2.

It was cold in the room like it always had been. I was alone too, but at this very moment, I didn't really care. Somehow I knew that later I would have different feelings. Of course, I don't like being alone for a certain amount of time. 

I think it was almost time for breakfast, due to my curtains were drawn.

I certainly have no idea when I was going to have my next Operation. Nor did they tell me what it was going to be. I sighed, and upon that, a female Nurse came into the room, rolling a cart. There was a Guard standing near her. 

"Special Test Subject 7295," She began, addressing me by my said name. "Your breakfast has arrived."

Yeah. Like always. What is it this time? The same as last time? 

I was wrong about that. She bent over the cart and pulled a tray of food out. She went over to me and set it on my night stand. 

I saw eggs, toast, and bacon. Orange Juice and water were written on two white foam cups. They always wanted us to drink water every meal. Just in case if any needles and drawings blood were an option. 

The Nurse rolled my over bed table to me before picking up the tray and setting it on the table.

I looked down at my food and drinks. I could feel myself erging for the food. My stomach growled for it.

The Nurse head this and turned to me. "You better eat something."

I want to.

"I'm told your going to have a long night." She only sounded a little bit concerned.

She probably wasn't, but who knew? I wasn't her. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and I certainly couldn't control it. Wait... I could though, couldn't I?

She said "Long night. Your going to have a long night."  Probably  had something to do with my Operation. Couldn't have a better day. 

The Nurse seemed uncomfortable about my silence... and my presence. She quickly left the room with her cart and her Guard.

I sighed before picking up a spoon to cut my eggs in pieces. I used to didn't know how to use eating utensils, but thanks to the Scientist-Doctors, they helped me with that. One of them told me I should be using a fork instead of a spoon to cut or break my food apart. Using a spoon was easier for me. I usually just use a fork for picking things up. Of course, I would use a spoon of soup. Knives, they wouldn't give us any. Safety precautions. 

These eating utensils were rather thin so... hang on...

I slowly raised the spoon up to my face.

Thin.

Then I picked up my fork from my tray and examined it.

Thin.

These eating utensils were rather thin.

I could definitely use these to my advantage. I could force the doors open with these. 

I pushed the over bed table away and jumped out of my covers. After stepping over to the curtains to close them, I felt happy. I had found something that could help me get out of this place.

I united the slipknots around the curtains and watched them fold close. Hopefully nobody saw that. 

I turned around and looked at my bed. Where exactly should I hide these?

I walked around the room, searching for a place to hide the silver utensils in my left hand. I couldn't hide it in any of these drawers, or the sink. Nor the cabinets. They get in there for things. Definitely not under the chair.