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- Fontaine Futuristics – Medical Wing -

"Your uncle has been notified to come collect you." The nurse commented as she smoothed down the newly applied bed linen to the hospital bed that Gwen had awoken in. A curtain, equally as white as the rest of the hospital linins, now hung beside it. The nurse indicated she should go behind it where Gwen found a fresh set of clothes. And after a quick glance to check how opaque the hanging sheet actually was, she set about putting them on.

Gwen fastened the last few buttons on the pastel green cardigan the nurse had provided her, and smoothed her hands over her hips and down the dark pencil skirt, her legs feeling bare without stockings, but that couldn't be helped. Her own clothes, it seemed, had been so soiled when she'd been brought to the hospital they had been fed to the incinerator. It was sad, she'd liked those shoes.

"So soon?" She laid out the girlish night gown she'd been wearing on the bed, folding it neatly.

The nurse looked up at her through narrowed eyes, apparently displeased she was being questioned upon the issue, Gwen licked her lips. "Yes." The nurse went back to her task of banishing imagined specks of dirt off the pristine white bed sheets.

"And what-what about..." Gwen sent a pointed glance sideways to the far corner of the ward, where the mountainous metal man stood sentinel.

"To be discharged with you." The older woman said simply.

"W-with-?!" Gwen stopped herself, biting down on her bottom lip, hating the sound of the tremor in her own voice.

She looked across at him from the corner of her eye, at Subject Psi. He was almost more monstrous out here in the bright overhead light than he had been in the dark shadows. He looked human enough... if you were half blind and at least three quarters insane. He was taller than any man she'd ever seen, he'd had to duck though the high doorway into the hospital ward even. And two good sized men could probably stand in front of him and his wide shoulders would still overhang them both. Not exactly inconspicuous to say the least. And then there was that eerie yellow glow that shone through the helmet, in place of a face behind the glass...

"Come." The nurse snapped, breaking Gwen out of her thoughts. "Your Uncle will be waiting." The nurse touched Gwen's shoulder, to lead her from the room.

The growl surprised them both, the light behind the glass an evil red. The nurse flinched away from the girl, as though the very light had burned her. He advanced towards them, his step slow and heavy, danger and threat exuding from every careful action.

Mine. My Gwendolyn. Stay away.

The nurse backed away a step, before she remembered who, and where she was and stood her ground. Psi kept moving, till he towered over the woman. She kept her head high, eyes watering with the effort of not blinking. Her lips, Gwen wouldn't have thought it possible, even more tightly pinched together. Gwen held her breath.

Subject Psi growled low.

"Psi...?" It took a moment for Gwen to work out that it was actually her own voice that had said the word. "Psi, it's okay." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. But something subtle changed in the stance of the giant, a slight release in tension.

"Well then." The nurse's voice trembled, very slightly. She took a long steadying breath, then turned toward the girl, as though nothing had happened. "Your Uncle will be waiting."