Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, JJ Abrams and some other lucky
people do.
A/N: This is a rather small study on Sydney Bristow in custody of the
Covenant, right around her surgery.
Surgery
*
The door opens and my darkness is flayed open by a blinding light. I try to keep my eyes open. Try to make sense of the flashes of light, almost painful. I feel rough hands on my arms and fight but they drag me out. A buck against the guards, struggle harder when I see the needle.
Please, anything but more drugs. Don't send me back to that place.
There is a sting when the needle enters. I count. One. The light dims and the faces blur. Two. I struggle to move my arms but the air has turned to honey. Three.
*
Pain. All I feel at first is a deep pain, not like their past torture. I open my eyes. There is an IV line attached to my left inner elbow and I'm strapped down onto a gurney.
"Julia. You're awake."
The old man sits in a chair at my side.
"I'm not Julia."
He laughs.
"It doesn't matter. We still have time."
His hand extends towards my face, and brushes a strand of hair back from my forehead. I cringe at the touch. I will kill you, I tell myself. You will pay.
"What did you do to me?"
"No harm was done."
I pull at the restraints but they hold fast, and all I get is another shooting pain inside my abdomen that leaves me panting and blinking back tears.
"Julia would receive morphine after this procedure."
With that he stands and leaves the room.
*
I bite my lip until I taste blood. This pain I control. I own this pain.
*
They tell Julia that her appendix was taken out when she was ten. I've made it this far, I can make it longer. I'm not her yet. Julia eats well; Julia lives well. Sydney Bristow lives in a damp dark cave and is slowly starving to death.
I don't know what they've done, but I know this scar is new.
*
Surgery
*
The door opens and my darkness is flayed open by a blinding light. I try to keep my eyes open. Try to make sense of the flashes of light, almost painful. I feel rough hands on my arms and fight but they drag me out. A buck against the guards, struggle harder when I see the needle.
Please, anything but more drugs. Don't send me back to that place.
There is a sting when the needle enters. I count. One. The light dims and the faces blur. Two. I struggle to move my arms but the air has turned to honey. Three.
*
Pain. All I feel at first is a deep pain, not like their past torture. I open my eyes. There is an IV line attached to my left inner elbow and I'm strapped down onto a gurney.
"Julia. You're awake."
The old man sits in a chair at my side.
"I'm not Julia."
He laughs.
"It doesn't matter. We still have time."
His hand extends towards my face, and brushes a strand of hair back from my forehead. I cringe at the touch. I will kill you, I tell myself. You will pay.
"What did you do to me?"
"No harm was done."
I pull at the restraints but they hold fast, and all I get is another shooting pain inside my abdomen that leaves me panting and blinking back tears.
"Julia would receive morphine after this procedure."
With that he stands and leaves the room.
*
I bite my lip until I taste blood. This pain I control. I own this pain.
*
They tell Julia that her appendix was taken out when she was ten. I've made it this far, I can make it longer. I'm not her yet. Julia eats well; Julia lives well. Sydney Bristow lives in a damp dark cave and is slowly starving to death.
I don't know what they've done, but I know this scar is new.
*
