eyelids, like sharp daggers digging into her eyeballs. Her body twitched
upon the cold, smooth metalthat her frail body lay upon. Through her
semi-unconcious state she heard frantic low beeping noises mingling
with the sound of speech. Her eyes flickered open slightly only to
immediately close. It was too bright! She took slightly quicker breaths
and attempted to sit up, only to find herself bound to the cold metal.
A scream tore itself from her throat. Footsteps hurried toward her
and hands were placed upon her skin as if to clam her but only
served to make her more agitated than she already was. The voices
grew louder and individual words were understood by the girls mind,
she recognized the words, "doctor", "surgery", "unsucessful",
"implants rejected', and then she heard "futher testing required".
She struggled against the bonds, her movements becomming
increasingly frantic as full sentences registered in her head. "Sedate
her!" a mans voice shouted "Don't let her become conscious it is too
soon!" A sharp prick was felt on her arm as a hand brushed over her
forehead and hair. "It's ok sweetie, it's ok". Her body slowly began to
stop struggling and she tried to talk, and then blackness filled her mind.
She slipped into it like a woman would step into a fur coat, and she slept
a peaceful dreamless sleep.
A breeze slid through the open hospital window and brushed against
the patients face making her muscles twitch she was pale milky white in
color, almost a sickly pale as if she hadn't been in the sun for a long time.
Her hair cut off at her ears, and was a startling deep red, like overripe
cherries, and swept behind her head in short spikes hanging against
the back of her head. A scar ran across her face, and though sheets
hid it she was wearing a standard hospital gown that provided no amount
of protection for anyone merely the illusion of there being clothing. The
girls arm moved slightly and then her eyes opened slowly like a swimmer
surfacing. As her wyes revealed it became apparent that they were a deep
hazel in coloration, and they eyed her surroundings like a wary animal. She
attempted to sit up only to fall back into the pillows as her stomach erupted
into spasms that pulled at her abdomen. A nurse bustled in carrying two small
paper cups who walked over to the girl. "Easy there it easy these
pills will help with the pain."The womans voice was kind in a motherly way and the
smile plastered upon her face even reached her eyes.
This nurse hadn't been on the job long.
Renee took the offered cup and swallowed the pills with a gulp of
water from the other cup. She forced herself to smile back at the woman with a
mummered,"Thanks." The womans smile brightened and she patted Renee on
her head, and Renee forced herself not to cringe at the gesture. The woman
left the room and Renee let out a sigh of relief and looked at her surroundings
with an eye of annoyance.
The walls were biege in color. Or maybe taupe, or
perhaps a sand color. Renee thought as she eyed them her mouth curved in
distaste. Definately latex. Eggshell latex. She shivered at the thought of knowing
so much about paint. It was her mothers fault she knew so much about paint, the
woman redecorated obsessively. Renee knew her mother did so try to bury the
undead ghosts that haunted her. The ghost that was Renee herself. Renee
dragged her thoughts back to the paint. Taupe. Yes it was definately taupe.
Fresh though, she noticed as she sniffed cautiously and regretted it. The scent
of dried blood was still in the room. Her nose crinkled at the scent and she inspected
the room for any sign of where the offensive scent came from. She couldn't see any
though, probably hidden by the furniture. She shook her head and by doing so she saw
the darker spots on the wall.
Blood sprayed walls.
Never a good sign.
She carefully pulled her legs free of the blankets, and looked up.
White ceiling. Renee rolled her eyes. Who decorated hospitals anyway?
Blind doctors, no doubt. She had to get out of here, she was unarmed.
Well pretty much unarmed. If someone attacked her, she could always
bite them, provided said person was obliging enough to get close enough
for suvh action. Doubtful. As most people used guns anyway. She could
always bite the bullet... 'Ok,' bad thought she decided ' Humorous to be
sure, but zero pints for practicallity.' She levered herself up from the bed
and paused.
Distant noise.
No not noise...voices.
No one voice.
A doctor talking perhaps? S
She listened more closely and caught the fast paced
speaking of a radio DJ. After a world breaking feat of hyper-babble, he
stopped. A guitar twanged from the distant radio.
Country music.
Damn.
They'd resorted to torture already.
It was so past time to be outta there.