Lara looked out the window from where she laid on her bed, inside her room that was completely white. She wasn't looking at the busy life of everyday people, nor was she looking at all the different buildings, each having their own unique height. Instead her eyes slipped passed all the obstacles that was the big city and to the mountains in far distance. She remembered the events that occurred on Yamatia. Chills ran down her spine and she tore her gaze from the window and forced herself to look up at the boring white ceiling.
Finally her attempt to block out the memories failed miserably. Her mind stumbled back into the events. Her large scar on her abdomen began to hurt as much as it did the moment she received it, remembering being skewered by the spike she had fallen on made her want to vomit. She remembered the feeling of falling countless times from heights that should have killed her. The blood burning her eyes as the warm red liquid poured in them from men beating her. The smell of burning bodies, the screaming , the dying, and doing whatever it took to survive.
But above all she remembered the look Sam gave her as she looked up at her from where she was held. She was tied to a pole with her mouth covered to keep her from screaming. "Sam!" Lara Cried as Mathias threw a torch at Sam's feet. The flames did not hesitate to spread all around the wood that surrounded the poor girl. Thankfully seconds later the flames were put out by a very strong wind. But even so the look on Sam's face remained as she stared down at Lara.
Lara shook her head and she raised her hand to her face to try and wipe away the sweat that suddenly broke out. But only she didn't. Instead she was reminded by the harsh reality that was the present. Her wrists were bound as well as her ankles. She was in a mental hospital.
As soon as Her, Sam, and the other crew members arrived in Japan they were met by police and doctors. No one had believed their story about what had happened on Yamatia, instead everyone thought that they were crazy.
A police officer went to grab Sam's wrist as she tried to explain. But Lara's instincts had kicked in. After what Lara had gone through to protect Sam she was not going to let anyone else hurt her. But Lara's body had proven to be too worn down from the events that the police officer was able to subdue her in one clean motion. She was torn away from Sam and locked up in a mental hospital where everyone constantly told her that everything she had gone through, everything she had seen was a lie, something like a coping mechanism to cover up the tragedy that occurred on the Endurance.
The doctors and nurses tried to convince her that one of the crew members had cracked under the stress and she had gotten in the way, he attacked her and that was how she got some of her wounds, and a bad storm caused them to sink. Nothing more. There was no Sun Queen, Sam was never kidnapped, There was not undead Samurais, nor any savage survivors. That was all brought on by stress, maybe a concussion that her mind made up to explain the abuse her body had gone through.
But Lara resisted. Despite the drugs they injected into her to keep her weak she held on to the truth as tight as she could.
She remembered Sam, she was the only person that kept Lara going. She missed her but it didn't look like that the mental hospital was going to let Lara go any time soon.
Just then a nurse walked in with a syringe. "Time for you to sleep." She said with a smile. Lara knew that the girl was just doing her job as she injected her with the needle. Even so Lara could not help but to hate her and everyone else in that bloody hospital.
She fought the feeling of sleepiness as hard as she could for fear of the nightmares that plague her. She needed to get to Sam, she needed to know that she was safe.