The figure continued to stroke Aria's face as the tiny brunette stayed completely still in fear that they wouldn't keep up with their last statement.
Aria tried to look through the darkness to find a shadow or an outline or anything that could help her identify who was sitting in the room next to her. The rough hands that kept stroking her face felt familiar but at the same time completely Alien.
"What are you going to do with me," Aria spoke out quietly fearing a reply.
"Nothing," The monotone voice replied, "Would you like to leave this place?"
Aria nodded shyly before releasing that there was no way her kidnapper would be able to see it, "Yes… Yes, I would."
Aria couldn't lie, she knew it might not be the answer that the A team wanted. She knew they wanted her to be beaten down, to have given up, to stop trying to escape and just allow whatever was going to happen, happen.
Aria closed her eyes even in the darkness she wanted to brace herself for whatever was to come. The brunette gasped out as she felt a needle being jabbed into her arm, she could feel the fluid flow through her body as she felt everything become increasingly numb and every sense being turned off.
"I told you to get her out of there," An angry voice shot up, "She has no pulse."
"It's not my fault that the instructions were not clear," Another voice called back.
"You weren't meant to kill her!" A third voice joined in.
Two of the figures in the torturous room that Emily had been drowned in had pulled her unconscious body from the tank of overflowing water after the video that was being streamed to Hanna had cut out.
"Get me that damn defibrillator," The first voice called, "We have ten minutes till she is brain dead."
The second figure rushed out of the room and towards the medical room where Spencer and her baby were located.
Without thinking they rummaged through the cupboards until they found what they were looking for and left with the same hurry.
Spencer was left there shocked as she saw the figure barge in, it was strange how frantic they were. As they pulled out the defibrillator her heart sank.
"What happened?" Was all Spencer could think.
The figure quickly rushed to the side of the first figure who had started doing chest compressions to try and get Emily's heart to start up again.
"I am not having another one of my dolls die in this room, Mona may have just been practice but I need this one to stay alive," the third voice commanded in the panic.
"Ok, take over from me," The first figure commanded as they swapped places and started to prepare the defibrillator, after turning the machine on and waiting for it to charge they shouted out, "Ok hands up. One two three."
The electric voltage shot through Emily's body.
"Do we have a pulse?" The first figure asked.
"No," the second figure quickly responded.
"Okay, charging again. Three, two one," The first figure shouted.
Another charge of electricity was shot through Emily's unconscious body.
"Is there a pulse?!"
The second figure paused as they checked.
"Is there a pulse?" The first figure shouted out again.
"Yes. Yes. We got one," The second figure let out a sigh of relief as Emily's body started coming back to life.
Emily's whole body felt like it was burning as she felt her self-being brought back before coughing up the water that had entered unwantedly. All she could hear was muffled voices before her body brought her back into the darkness.
"Thank god," The third figure muttered under their breath, "Get her to medical, and where the hell is the other guy. This should have been all hands-on deck."
The first two figures loaded Emily onto a stretcher that had been kept in the room from when they had planned to take her back to her room after the stressful incident. Carefully the two lifted Emily up and carried her to the medical room. Spencer stood on the opposite end of the room in shock as she saw her friend being carried in desperately holding onto her life.
"I'll get her sorted you sort out her. Keep her out of the way," The first figure ordered directing the last comment at Spencer.
Spencer cowered as the figure got closer to her, she held her back against the incubator in order to try and protect her baby. Spencer winced as the masked figure grabbed her wrist roughly before proceeding to cuff it to a hook on the wall where she couldn't interfere.
"I told you all of this equipment was worth having," The first figure spoke, "She's having trouble breathing. I need you to prepare the ventilator."
"Has all the water been removed from her lungs?" The second figure questioned not really knowing what they were doing.
"She seemed to have coughed up most of it, but this isn't a hospital we can't do that much about that now," The first figure explained, as they saw all the ventilator equipment being brought towards them, "Here. Connect her up to the monitor, I want to be able to see her vitals."
The second figure did their job as the monitor was brought to life showing the girls now constant heartbeat.
"Oxygen levels are low," The second figure pointed out.
"Ok," The first figure spoke out as they had got the ventilator to start working, "Hold her town while I insert the tube. I don't want to make this harder if she wakes up."
The second figure did as they were told and soon Emily was able to breathe with the help of the machine.
"Oxygen levels are looking good," The first figure stated as they continued to monitor her progress through the monitor.
Spencer couldn't help but watch, one of her best friends had been at death's door right before her and she was unable to do anything about it. She kept switching her attention from Emily to Mona as she grasped onto the little infants' tiny hand.
"I'm going to stay with her, make sure she stays stable. I need you to get her," he commanded pointing at Spencer, "Out of here, I'll look after that stupid kid."
Spencer's eyes widened as she heard the conversation being spoken, she immediately went into protective parent mode at the thought of being abandoned from Mona. She couldn't let anything happen to her, she couldn't let the A team take her away especially since they had nearly just let Emily die.
"No, No. I'll be good, I'll stay still. I won't speak," Spencer begged to try to think up an advantage she could use.
The figure grew closer to her with a key in their hand ready to uncuff her from the wall, "Step away from the kid."
"No. Get away from her," Spencer shouted before she found herself falling to her knee's as a shooting pain shot through her neck from the collar leaving her defenceless. Spencer screamed out in pain as she found herself unable to do anything.
"Just sedate her," the first figure commanded, "It's not going to be easy dragging her away kicking and screaming."
The second figure pulled out a needle as Spencer continued to scream out in agonising pain.
"Just do it quickly," The first figure grew increasingly impatient, "I'm going to have to deal with the freaking crying baby now."
The second figure stabbed Spencer in the arm with the needle as the shock collar was turned off and Spencer found herself drifting off into a deep sleep.
"Get her to her room then wait an hour or so before you drag the blonde into the showers to get clean. Can't let her go back to her room before that unless you want the smell of sick suffocating you every time we have to go in there." The first figure commanded as the other figure uncuffed Spencer from the wall and began dragging her by her feet out the room, "And get Hanna some new clothes, Worm guts don't make great stains."
