Chapter 7 ~ Emma
Ouch! What on earth am I sleeping on? I slowly opened my eyes to find bright lights on the ceiling. I snapped my eyes shut again. Where am I? I tried to roll onto my stomach, but found my arms and ankles to be strapped down. Ok, this is getting ridiculous. I opened my eyes a bit and squinted, still only seeing lights.
I heard voices muttering. "She shows signs of consciousness," one said. No, duh. I'm a living, breathing person. I forced my eyes open, ignoring the lights above me. I fought against the bonds that held me to whatever I was laying on. I lifted my head up as high as I could and took in the fact that I was laying on a metal table and that I was surrounded by people in white lab coats
"She's conscious!" one of the men said. I laid my head back on the table, giving up my attempts to free myself from my bonds. Just go with the flow. I took a deep breath. Relax. While I may be good at fighting and fairly determined, I give up quickly. If Alex were in this situation, however, she would struggle until she wasted all of her energy. We are like, almost complete opposites. How we are best friends? I will never know for sure. Opposites attract, I guess that's the reason.
"Bring her to the examination room," a whitecoat commanded. I felt my bonds loosen. Thank goodness. A second later I felt myself being picked up. Ouch! I winced visibly. I forgot about my broken leg. What are they going to do to me?
I was carried down several halls and into another room. It was small and bright, and had another metal table like the last one. Great, I'm going to be really stiff after this. They laid me down on the and strapped my arms and leg that wasn't broken down. Huh, maybe they'll fix it. They should, it's their fault it's broken. One of the whitecoats touched it and a soft moan of pain escaped me. Styx, that hurts! They must have heard me, because one of them gave me a shot that made me instantly drowsy, and I fell asleep.
A/N: Well that's it for today. Thanks for reading!
