Stitched Limbs

Ch 31: Waking Up in the Aftermath

A couple hours after being removed from the Oregon Facility

I wake up with a hoarse shriek and sit up straight in the bed I was laying in, panting heavily and looking around frantically to try and figure out where I was. I was back in the hotel room, all of the pain from my body flooding in as I was conscious now. The serum hadn't worn off yet, and none of my wounds had been healed yet. I suppose that was to be expected from someone trying to steal another doctors hard work. A jolt of pain shoots through my body and I double over, leaning over my legs as I cough a couple of times. Feeling something drip down my chin and spray on my legs, when I opened my eyes to see I could see that it was fresh blood I had coughed up.

A deep pain resided in my chest, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't from the shock treatment I received. It was the same feeling I had when my family was slaughtered. A pain that can't be described like physical pain. My eyes start to heat up and fill, tears slipping out and down my cheeks onto my lap. I silently sit there and sob, finally having the time to let all that had happened sink in.

Sorrow engulfed me like a blanket, taking me into it's arms like an expecting mother. Like it knew I would drop in at some point, that it just had to wait until I knocked on it's door and begged to come back in. The sobs started to becoming less quiet, my body shuddering and shaking with each one, and with each sob a new jolt of pain. It hurt, but not as much as the emotional pain I felt. Having to deal with losing something I loved all over again, when the old one was still fresh on my mind. It was complete hell, and I didn't want to be part of it. But I couldn't stop my head from trailing back to it, and the crying would continue.

It continued like this for about an hour until I was interrupted by somebody opening the door to the hotel room. My body instantly morphing in order to protect myself, it was almost complete, but it still needed a bit of work. A hiss and a feral growl come from my throat as I look at the blurry silhouette of who had came in. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, not in such a despair like I was. I couldn't quite see who it was through the tears, but I didn't care. The quills that stood out of my back quivered violently, and my face held a a fanged and quite teary snarl.

"E-Emmeline?" A husky voice asked.

"Who's asking!?" I snap, wishing my arms weren't as useless as they were right now. My body shaking from strain, I didn't want to fight again. But I would if I needed to.

"Doll, don't you recognize me?" The silhouette gets closer and I can see that it's hunched with one hand pressed to it's chest.

I tense up and quickly start to blink the tears out of my eyes, once it was clear I look back up and my heart skips a couple of beats as I see Tyn. It nearly jumps out of my chest when it resumed, a fully new feeling of pain erupting in my chest as I start to sob louder. Bringing my legs up so that I could place my face into my knees to cover it.

By the sound of his footsteps he walks over to me, once a bit closer I hear a shocked and sharp inhale as he finally sees me fully. "Emmeline... What happened to you?" He asks as he sits down on the bed, a worried tone to his voice.

I vaguely feel his finger touch my shoulder and lurch away from him, rolling off of the bed and as my arms weren't moveable. I couldn't catch myself and landed on one of my shoulders, jostling my insides and reopening quite a few wounds. More blood came from my mouth as I coughed from the pain and was still trying to scramble a bit farther from him. He had tried to catch me but had failed to get a hold of me, so now I could see him quickly trying to get from the bed to me. I panic as his quick movements cause flashes of Engrynoz coming after me, along with Tyns death face. This makes me scoot more away from him as I cram myself into the corner between the nightstand and the wall.