1.3 Taylor
She felt incredibly, what was the word, bizarre. Her entire body felt strange, utterly different from how it had ever felt. She didn't recognize her surrounding at all. It looked like some sort of maintenance hall, except for right in front of her were three massive incredibly high def screens showing …
Her. The changes had initially thrown her off, such as the hospital gown, neck wrappings, and hand cast from when she had broken it punching her way out of the locker and then punching fath-
Ohgodohgodohgoddad.
What did she do to dad! She remembered that desperate fight, her yelling, screaming despite how much it hurt her, and hitting him over and over again because kilgrave told her.
She needed to throw up and brought her hand to her mouth from its position resting on the table to try and delay it until she found a sink or something. When she noticed that everything about her hand was wrong. It was too long, the color was wrong, the dimensions were wrong, it looked masculine. She tried to take in the rest of her. This wasn't her body, it wasn't anything close to her. She was a teenage girl, this was some sort of middle aged man.
She gave up on holding it in and puked directly on the floor. She/he then rolled onto her side next to the pile of vomit and cried.
The locker, the torturous escape and walk home, the British man, Kilgrave she remembered, who had asked her question after question, each time it hurting more and more to speak. The fight with father, him being so unfairly arrested, her constant attempts to go take a stupid fucking bath despite her body feeling like it was falling apart. And now she was in a strange room in a strange body. It was too much, it was too unfair. Why did she have to suffer, why did everything bad in the world happen to her? What did she ever do to deserve this.
She pondered such questions and processed the day's unfairness as she lay on the floor curled up beside her vomit in her not body and sobbed, cried, and moaned.
She was there for a good half hour. She was brought out of it when she started to hear a voice. The source seemed to be the desk up above. She pulled herself together enough to investigate. It was coming from a control panel on the desk, and the voice was that of a doctor discussing her "her" body with a nurse.
"I agree with you regarding the patient. She's been asleep for a good while, and we haven't seen any signs of abnormalities in the tests and observation. Whatever was going through her mind when they brought her in should hopefully have worked its way out. Start taking her off the sedatives. Just make sure you're here when she wakes up, and if she's still resistive don't be afraid to put her back under the drip or call for help if she's particularly aggressive."
So, that explained her, well, her body's condition. Which unfortunately gave no real clue to what the hell she was doing in this body. She tried the microphone, though she got no response from the nurse in the room. Listening to her new voice was shocking and almost brought the panic attack back. It sounded so different, but so familiar.
She tried to fake a British accent. She certainly wasn't going to win any acting awards, but it confirmed her suspicion. This was kilgrave's body. So this must have been the room he controlled her from, was spying on her from. But if she was in his body, did that mean he was in hers? Why would this psychopath switch body's with an unconscious girl? Something wasn't adding up, and rather than dwell on the awfulness of the situation, she latched onto the mystery of it and began to explore the room to search for some clues, keeping an eye on the viewers to make sure nothing was changing.
The area turned out to be small and prison like. As far as she could tell, the guy was sealed in, though with tinker tech, which the villain clearly had, one could never tell such things for sure. He had sounded like he was from somewhere else during the questions however and had seemed interested in her merely because he couldn't interact with anything else, so he might possibly really be trapped here. Though, when she tried the phone and computer, she found calls could be made out and the internet accessed, so that explanation didn't really make sense either.
Before she could make any real use of the phone or computer however, she started to see some movement on the viewers. "She" was starting to wake up and caught the attention of the nurse.
"Taylor? Taylor Herbert right? How are you feeling?" 'Taylor' was looking completely confused.
"Where am I? Who Am I?" 'Taylor' ordered, though in her throat's condition such yelling immediately caused a coughing fit. She also seemed to have suddenly gained a British accent.
The nurse seemed to freeze for a second before answering in a not quite normal tone of voice "You are Taylor Herbert, a patient who came in yesterday with a broken arm, dislocated shoulder, and a whole host of other injuries from fighting your father, if you would like me to list them all out from your card. You are in the Brockton General for treatment and recuperation."
"Well, that's certainly a strange turn of events. I think I'll have some other questions, but get me a drink of water first I'm parched." The nurse immediately began fulfilling her request. Or maybe it would be better to say his request, since Taylor was certain this was Kilgrave. She couldn't resist waiting till he was drinking the glass of water before pressing the talk button on the microphone.
"Kilgrave." Taylor got a small amount of satisfaction from watching him choke a bit on the water.
"Ack. What the bloody hell was that? Is that my voice? But without my accent. And it was so weird, like it was coming from within my head."
"This is Taylor, the girl who you 'rescued' from the locker, made fight her own dad, hospitalized, and who's body you are currently 'borrowing'. Ring any bells? Tell me, why are you stalking me?"
"I'm doing nothing of the sort, and this situation is just as bizarre and undesired for me as it is for you, though I assume you'll want some sort of explanation for all this."
"You think you can justify what you did with a little 'explaining'? Do you have any idea-"
"Taylor, are you all right?" The nurse seemed to have been getting worried about the private, one sided conversation 'Taylor' was having with herself.
"Oh, you're still here? Don't you have other patients or something to do? Go away and let me speak in private." And at that the nurse promptly left.
"So, with that out the way, Taylor darling, if I could call you darling."
"No."
"Ah, you still have that attitude. Think more positively."
"No." He gave a slight humph in response.
"Very well then, be that way. Now, I know we both got off on a bad foot, and I'm sure you think this is all my fault, but I think I can convince you it's not all my fault, and what is was a perfectly honest mistake."
