Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Genevieve's vision was entirely black. Even as she moved her eyes around and tried to see, she couldn't perceive anything. But she could hear the persistent yet distant beeping sounds, which perplexed her.
Is this what hell sounds like?
The fogginess of the beeps began to clear out. Slowly and steadily, her hearing improved until she could sense the sounds to be coming from right beside her. As if on cue, her vision started to change as well. It's dark color turned into a deep mix of orange and yellow.
Genevieve's eyelids made a poor attempt to peel back from her orbs, before they shut back down and scrunched up tightly. The white brightness of the place she was in nearly blinded her, and this only added to her confusion.
Heaven, then?
She waited momentarily. After that, Genevieve cracked her eyes open, and her line of sight slowly adjusted to the foreign surroundings. She could make out what looked like a large tube-light on a paneled white surface.
Eventually, her vision had adapted to the brightly lit atmosphere. She opened her eyes fully, and the place she was in closely resembled a hospital room. Her orbs moved around curiously as they tried to take in as much as they could. She managed to move her head to the side to look at the source of the beeps, only to see a monitor which displayed a restless line.
Disappointment flooded Genevieve. She wished to be dead. She even believed she was, up until her damned eyes decided to open.
Genevieve could feel her limbs. She could clearly tell they were there and were still attached to her body, but she couldn't muster up enough strength to move any of them. Not even a twitch of a muscle. She didn't know if it was because of the overwhelming exhaustion, or if she had truly lost control of her body.
"Ah! Thank god you're awake."
This time, Genevieve's body moved. She had involuntarily flinched at the unfamiliar voice. Her gaze panicked, and it darted all over the place before it settled upon someone.
The person was in fact a friendly-looking brunette, who wore a white coat just as blinding as the lights of the hospital room. She looked to be no more than thirty, and when she saw a conscious Genevieve, she quickly rushed to her side.
"Hello, Genevieve. I know you're confused, which I completely understand. But please, for the sake of your wound, relax. Don't strain any part of you." She coerced gently, and Genevieve did as she was told. Her tensed neck and face muscles loosened, but that was mostly due to the warmth in the woman's tone. She looked into her eyes to figure out their color, before reaching the conclusion that they matched with the woman's hair.
"Who are you?"
"Ah... I'm Dr. Davis. You can call me Sarah if you like."
Genevieve remained quiet after that. She had questions. Countless of them. Her mind had become a melting pot of endless queries, and it seemed that her features made the inner turmoil known.
