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Traveling
I was drowning in freezing water. I shivered as I tried to take a breath but it was very difficult. No, I was not drowning someone was trying to suffocate me. Someone was saying words I had never heard before in a tone that I understood as very angry. I desperately moved my head trying to get free of what was pressed up against face, suffocating me. Another hand pressed on my head to hold it still so I struggled harder trying to shove whoever was trying to suffocate me away.
"Stop struggling," the same voice that was saying weird words she had never heard before ordered.
That did not ease my struggles but only made me try harder even though it was very hard to move. Now I was trying to pry the hands that were suffocating me away from my face. I was freezing cold for some reason.
"Prime," the angry voice said in that angry tone. "I need to pull over and have you help me hold her still. Yes, I did sedate her but I tried a different injection that would allow her to be a bit more aware. She is having a reaction to the drug. I am trying to treat her for it but the lighter sedation is allowing her to fight with me."
Feeling like we were on gravel before the vehicle stopped me suddenly felt fresh air hit my cold body. Then more hands were on me as the plastic that was placed on my face was once again pressed up against my nose and mouth with renewed strength.
In a blind panic I tried with all my strength to dislodge whatever was on my face while I gasped for air. I could not even draw in enough breath to cry out. Tears poured down my face, as I feared I was taking my last breaths. But then something strange began to happen. Instead of my body screaming for more air I started to feel like it was a bit easier to breath. I opened my eyes only to see nothing but large blurry images. My eyes refused to focus. The hands that were holding me still finally let up and were replaced by what felt like a cotton blanket that was blessedly warm.
"What are you going to use now, Ratchet?" I heard Prime ask.
"I have a different one I can use. It will leave her more disoriented but I think I can get her to follow simple commands while we travel back." Watching the fuzzy blob rummage around in a black box, I heard the clink of vials as he searched the contents. I felt a hand lift the tubing that was attached to my arm then within moments I had a feeling of falling. Soon I was drifting back to a comfortable sleep.
"Sit up," the voice of Ratchet commanded. I was being jostled around when all I really wanted was that comfortable place that I had been drifting. Slowly my mind was coming back into my body.
"That's it I know you're in there." Opening my eyes, I saw Ratchet right up in my face. Frowning at how he was invading my personal space I tried to shove him away.
"That's better,'" he said approvingly. "Here eat this," he said as a plastic to go box was placed in my lap.
A plastic fork was placed in my hand and I glanced down at the meal. You have got to be kidding me, I thought angrily. There was some sort of chicken looking thing, broccoli and some cut up potatoes. They did not look near as moist as a nice greasy french fry.
"No," I whispered, as that was all my tired voice could manage.
"I did not ask you if you wanted to eat this I ordered you to eat it." Ratchet told me in a firm this is not up for negotiation tone of voice.
Did I ever mention how stubborn I could be? Too bad no one told me I was fighting with the master who cheats.
Giving in just a little bit I took a tiny piece of broccoli and slipped it in my mouth. The taste was awful. I think dirt had better flavor then that vile plant.
Spitting it out I again said, "No, that is gross. Can't I have some donuts or maybe some chips?"
"Absolutely not, your days of consuming low nutritional foods that are nothing but empty calories are over." he informed me in that same I am not playing around here tone of voice.
"Well I am not eating that stuff, so go away and take that box thingy with you."
"Oh no I am not going anywhere. In fact, you and I are going to spend lots of time together. Your father has already informed me of how he has neglected your diet and health. I am prepared to do this another far less pleasant way if you choose to not cooperate." He grimly informed me.
You would think that I would take that warning and do as I was told. Sadly, you see I was quite used to standing my ground and getting whatever I want. So when I shoved the box back into his lap and prepared to stand my ground I was shocked at how the events suddenly turned into his favor and out of mine.
"Have it your way," he told me in an icy determined voice.
He placed the blanket back over me and placed the seat belt over the blanket. The seatbelt suddenly tightened pinning my arms in the blanket and before I could even think what was happening a knee was in my abdomen and a forearm pressed my head into the seat. I felt something hard and cool enter my nose. It was moving down towards my throat I inhaled to start screaming.
"Swallow," he ordered loudly. "Swallow now or it will hurt on top of being very uncomfortable." he again ordered.
Finally realizing my dire situation, I did as I was told for once and swallowed. It was still horrible. As the plastic moved into my throat, I started to gag. I felt a strong urge to throw up, but since I had an empty stomach, nothing came up.
"There we go," Ratchet said with satisfaction after what felt like an eternity.
He grabbed this bag with a white thick liquid in it. He placed that in a similar compartment and then attached the new tube to another port.
"Since you do not care to get your nutrition the pleasant way we shall do it this way," he happily chirped.
I could not believe he had just done that to me. Angry tears fell down my face as I blurrily stared out the window. "Well I see it is about time for another dose," he murmured and once again pulled a sealed syringe and a vile of clear fluid. My breathing accelerated, as I now understood exactly what that meant. But before I could think of the words to beg my captor not to drug me again the needle was in the tubing and I was starting to drift back to that comfortable blackness.
" For such a small youngling you are have a very big stubborn nature," I vaguely heard in the distance. " I hope you learn quickly that you will not win this fight and just do as you are instructed."
Once again I was jostled around and I heard my name being called. "Come on Kari you need to use the restroom now," Ratchet said in a loud yet kind tone.
"Lets get you up."
Being pulled up out of my seat in the neon search and rescue vehicle I landed on my feet. Strong arms wrapped around me as my legs shook and refused to hold my weight at first.
"Let me hold you up until the disorientation passes," Ratchet spoke softly in my ear.
Then there was another set of hand on my other side. My face burned with embarrassment thinking of using the restroom with these two with me.
Thankfully I was told to say "done" when I was ready.
The door closed and I was aloud my privacy.
When I made my way to the sink I had a wave of dizziness come over me and I thought I would fall. I grabbed onto the sink and before I could even draw in enough breath to cry for help I felt arms around me. My stomach was rolling with nausea which made the dizziness even worse.
Then Prime was there and I was half walked half carried back to the search and rescue hummer.
Even stranger was when Ratchet climbed into the car he pulled another vial and told me he was going to add in some medication to help settle my stomach.
How did he know about that? I wondered to myself.
The clear tubing from my arm was once again pushed into the port and he had two syringes out and two vials of clear fluid. This time however I was looking forward to the pleasant darkness since my very upset stomach would not follow me there. Then I was falling once more and I sighed as the comforting darkness once again took hold.