The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 21

I woke up in a white room. I was laying down, looking up at a white ceiling, surrounded by white walls.

Am I alive? Is this real?

I didn't know, to be honest. So I tested it out by trying to sit up. I scooted my butt back, and slowly lifted myself up.

There was a sliver door that I now looked at. Something felt weird. I was clean. Long brown hair cascaded down to my waist, in fresh waves. Not a speck of dirt showed on my polished tan skin. But something felt even more strange. In my arm.

I looked down to see a clear tube injected into my wrist, which connected to a bag full of liquid held up with a stand. An IV.

How long was I out? I swung my legs over the bed and my bare feet touched a cold, white tiled floor.

I walked toward the silver door, dragging my liquid bag with me.

I placed a bony hand on the silver knob, about to turn it. But it turned on it's own, and the door swung open and hit me.

"Ow!" I yelled in frustration and backed away.

The woman that had apparently opened the door gasped, and slammed it shut.

I tried to jerk it open, but it was locked. From the outside.

Of course. Did I really expect much else?

I banged a fist on the door and casually yelled, "Hey can someone open this, please?"

Then the door swung open, once again hitting me.

I groaned and backed up a few steps, stumbling a bit.

"Sorry Miss," it was a young man, probably about 25 years old. Looked like a doctor.

He took my arm and guided me back to bed.

"Just rest for awhile until you are completely back to normal. You weren't supposed to wake up for another couple days," the doctor says.

What? Another couple days?!

"No. I have to save Newt... I have to go. Now," I hear my dreariness in my voice. It sounds like I'm about to pass out or something.

"Please, Miss don't complicate things. Now go back to bed."

"No!" I yell at him. I shove his face out of the way and start to get up. But then I feel a pain in my thigh and everything goes black.

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When I wake up I am still in the white room. The artificial light burns my eyes.

I look around the plain room. The IV has been removed and a bandage now covers the small puncture.

Has it been a couple days?

I have to get Newt out of there. But first I have to get myself out of here.

I get out of bed. I have on a white hospital gown. Thin material that only ties at the top of my back. I have on no undergarments, my bare butt showing in the back.

"Hello? Can someone help me please?"

No one. Nothing happens. For hours. I walk around the room several times. Lay on the bed for a little while, stand on the bed. Search the walls for a camera or microphone of some sort. They have to be watching me somehow. The door is still locked. I'm trapped.

I lay in the bed for a half hour, staring at the white ceiling. And then all goes black.

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I wake up in a gray jumpsuit this time. It is all one piece. Long gray pants and a long sleeved gray shirt, made of the same material, connected. One pieces of clothing. And there is a black belt strapped around my waist. I'm not sure why it's there. It's not holding anything up.

A little opening appears in one of the walls with a click. A tray slides out with food on it. I slowly walk towards it and grab the tray. But almost as soon as I remove the tray, the opening disappears with another click. I run my hand along the wall where it was. Nothing.

I sit on my bed and eat the small meal of vegetables and little square of meat. It's disgusting, but I need food.

Once I finish the meal, I pass out again.

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I wake up, panting. Why do I keep passing out? It's not under my control either, it just keeps happening. How long have I been in here?

"Hello? Is someone going to tell me what's going on?" I yell into nothingness.

"Please!" I scream. I can't stay here. I have to help Newt. I've probably been in here for almost a week.

I run over to the silver door and bang my fist on it repeatedly. Eventually it hurts, but I don't stop. I bang, knock, and punch until my knuckles bleed. That's when I collapse onto the floor and it goes black again.

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I wake up in my bed again. What a surprise. But my hands are now wrapped in material much like what Clint, Jeff, and I used on Zart, Seth, and Winston.

If I can get someone to come in here by hurting myself, maybe I can finally speak with someone. I mean somebody had to have wrapped my hands.

"Come on! Come in here now or I'll kill myself! If someone doesn't talk to me, I'll be dead within the next five minutes!" I scream. If they wanted me dead, then I would be. I wouldn't be here and they wouldn't be taking care of me.

I have to get to Newt. That's all that matters. I'll risk all I can. So I jam my thumb into my throat and keep it there until the silver door swings open. But right when it does, I make my own self pass out.

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When I wake up I can't move my head. Or talk. I just lay there, paralyzed. I start to panic, squirming and struggling to speak.

"Shh! Stop it, your only making it worse!" Someone whisper-yells from the side.

I hear some movement and then a woman's face appears above mine.

"Your alright, just stay still," she says. I look up at her with widened eyes, my chest heaving up and down. I'm breathing so heavily it makes me wheeze. But I can't talk.

"Here, I'll get you up," she says. Her face disappears from above and I hear a button click. Then the bed started moving, bending. The top half rises, sitting me up.

I see a girl in front of me. She has a huge brace around her neck and crazy hair. Her eyes are blood shot and widened. She looks completely insane.

Then I notice that I'm looking into a mirror.