So, someone (not saying any names) took my notebook that I write all my rough drafts on, so I am currently unable to post the second chapter of Now You've Said It, Mr. Medic. Now, I write this to my dearest beta: Panda8785


Michele had troubles remembering, but hey, that couldn't have been her fault. The hardest thing for her to remember just happens to be of subjects zero through ten. She always forgets that she has infact met all of the living subjects in one day.

There was Carolina (i), believe it or not. The tests never took affect on her, so she barely counts.

New Mexico (ii) and Arizona (iii), brothers (twins, infact) bound by blood and their inseparability, until one found out too much about the tests and committed suicide in order to stop their studies.

Vermont (v) and Maryland (ix) were bound by trust. One could only see the other when no one else could, but she knew she wasn't insane. It was the other that remained her moral support until the very end.

Kansas (vi) and Mississippi (vii) just so happened to be cousins. They watched out for each other, one often taking a bullet for the other. They later miscalculated one of their few missions and were never seen again.

There was more... Of course there was more, but poor Chele couldn't remember... If only she could, but eventually she'd forget. Eventually she will, because the Director would put her on the most dangerous missions whenever she reached the tip of the iceberg. It was nearly as if he didn't want her to know something. Perhaps that was the case. Perhaps she found something out and he was just preventing it... but now she's a Sim trooper, as much as she refused to call it that. She alway's preferred to call it her, "Helping the younger soldiers" time, for the words Sim. Soldier burned her tongue.

Caboose was an opposite of her. Instead of helping her remember, he helped her forget. When ever she'd wake up remembering, he couldn't even tell you what he had for dinner the previous day. She'd read a book, he'd distract her. She'd start running laps, he'd unintentionally crack a joke and make her stop in order to catch her breath. Now, Chele grew up with two brothers (an older and a younger), and if she didn't know better, she would've been convinced that the man with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes was her younger brother.

God, she missed her family. She'd hangout in the barracks hours before it was time to retire, listening to the files of Lazerus's theories and reading his notes. Whenever a day came to an end, and she was still not home, she'd silently cry to herself, begging whichever god she was supposed to believe in, and then the next day came again.

Michele had troubles remembering, but really, there are so many thing she wished she could forget. Maybe if she did forget, she'd actually be able to enjoy herself and not be so strict.