Awareness
She could here them talking, although she didn't know who "they" were. Am I still being held? she thought, feeling the rising panic starting in her chest. She tried to open her eyes, move her fingers, anything! Her body didn't respond. They did! They drugged me! Oh, God! Oh, God! Rationally she knew that she should be hyperventilating right now, but her body didn't respond to any of her commands. My body's in such a state of shock that it's disconnected with my brain! She thought as her mind screamed for her to get up, show some signs of life, get out! She knew she wasn't in a normal situation, and it terrified her.
"Has she woken up yet?"
She heard someone else that hadn't been there before. How many are there! And why do they want me! I don't have anything they could possibly want, so why me! She wanted to cry, but knew it was futile. Her body just wasn't responding. Am I in some kind of coma? She had heard about different degrees of coma-like states. Is this one of them? Maybe I could try to listen and figure a way out without them knowing. She felt a little lighter, thinking that maybe she could get the drop on them.
"I'm going to see if I can find something out." The person spoke again. She heard footsteps, tracking them and realizing they were going away from her. Good! Leave me be, I don't want this! I want to be back home, in my own bed, safe! She heard a door shut a moment later. She stayed tense, feeling that someone had been left behind. To watch over me!? To make sure I don't escape? She felt helplessness rise up, almost choking her with fear. Blackness started pulling her down again. She almost felt relief. At least I won't be conscious when they decide what they're going to do to me.
She didn't know how long she'd been out. But she rose towards consciousness, or whatever sort of state she was in, when she felt a hand brush her forehead. Don't touch me! Oh, God! Don't touch me! She wanted to fling her arm out and smack the hand away. Her body stayed as immobile as ever. She had finally come to the realization that they must have drugged her, because she couldn't do anything. She had to get out of here! She tried in vain to open her eyes, but there was nothing but blackness, not even a sliver of light. Did they have me blindfolded? She didn't feel anything on her face, and didn't feel any binds. So they don't have me bound or blindfolded. Relieved, she felt a moments peace before her brain started working. They're not worried about binding and blindfolding you because they don't intend for you to live. Oh, God! Sheer terror once again raced through her body, and she tried again to open her eyes. Was that light!? She thought she saw a fuzzy outline of a man, but her mind quickly sank back into darkness. Will I ever get out of this! she thought. Will I even live to know!?
Goku started, not really knowing exactly when he fell asleep. What woke me? A moment later he heard a whimper, and looked towards the bed. The woman they brought from Kami's lookout was staring at him, her eye's wide with terror.
"Whoa, you don't have to be afraid. We're not going to hurt you. We're trying to help you." The girl didn't respond, just stared, terrified. Goku kept his movements slow, calm, so as not to startle and scare her. It didn't help. He could see her shaking so badly the bed moved. He kept his hands where she could see them.
"Can you at least tell me your name?" he asked in almost a whisper. He watched as she flinched at his words, cowering to the other side of the bed. He didn't move, tried not to stare at her, and waited.
Goku watched as her lips trembled, still to terrified to talk, apparently. He sighed, and she jumped about a foot.
"My name is Goku. I'm the one that found you and brought you here. Honest, we just want to help you. You've been out of it for a few weeks. Do you have any idea what happened, how you got here..." he stopped, feeling that peppering her with questions wasn't the best idea right now.
They watched each other warily. She pushed her back up against the wall, keeping the covers over herself. Goku slowly lowered his hands, getting up, and being as gentle as he could, picked up the tray of food Bulma had ready every hour for the past two weeks. He heard her laboured breathing, and turned around.
"Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?" her only response was a squeak. Man she really is terrified. Maybe Bulma would be better at handling this! He set the tray on the night stand, then went in search of Bulma.
She watched as the man who had been "taking care of her" left the room. Grateful that he didn't touch her. From the look of him, he could break me in half like a toothpick! She didn't know which was worse; being unconscious and not knowing what was going on, or being conscious and knowing exactly what her captors looked like. Knowing that it would only be a matter of time before they dropped the helpful act and did what they really set out to do. She tried not to contemplate that too much. Ignoring the tray sitting on the night stand, she tried to stand up. Her knees automatically buckled. Oh, God! What did they do to me!? She looked down. No blood or broken bones that she could see. Maybe it's from laying in that damn bed! How long has she been here, anyway? A moment later she realized she wasn't wearing her own clothes. She had someone else's clothes on! She looked around for hers', but only saw an orange beat up karate outfit. Who's is this? That man's? The clothes she had on sure as hell weren't his; they came from a woman. She looked around again, her eyes settling on the food tray. No way in Hell was she eating that! Probably poisoned. She felt panic welling up again, but quickly tapped it down. There's no time to get hysterical! She scolded herself. Find a way out! Now! While he's gone! She went towards the door, half expecting it to fly open at any moment. She pressed her ear to the door, but heard nothing. If he was standing on the other side, she had no prayer. She couldn't fight him. She felt her spirits drop again. This is hopeless! But you have to try, her mind shouted. Sucking in a breath, she grasped the handle. It's not locked! Were they so cocky that they didn't think she would try to escape!? Or was someone right on the other side, waiting on her? Only one way to find out. She jerked the door open. And let out a shuddered breath. There was no one there. That doesn't mean they won't come back, her mind warned. And if they find you...she cut the thought off, not wanting to contemplate the ramifications if she was caught. She slipped out the door.
