The door slammed open and Max grimaced at the site of the blonde woman she'd seen and heard very little of but had already learned to hate. She was followed by two doctors and a cart covered in an array of medical instruments. Max tensed instinctively, and the blonde woman reached over to smooth her hair in a motherly fashion, only serving to nauseate and threaten Max even more. This bitch was so phony it was pathetic.
"What are you going to do to me?" Max demanded, trying in vain to pull away from the woman's touch. She smiled that creepy smile which barely concealed the darkness within, a darkness so dense that Max could feel it, like the heaviest of weights pressing down and threatening to crush her. She tried to act like she wasn't afraid, but the increased motion and pressure of the woman's hand quickly revealed that her attempts were futile.
"Relax," the woman said in that soft and yet clearly sinister way she had. "You're lucky you heal so quickly, you know. You're already set to have your stitches removed."
The doctors advanced on her, one holding her head in place, the other securing a mask over her face and preparing to give her anesthetic. Anesthetic for the removal of some stitches? Suspicious...
"If that's all you're going to do, why are you knocking me out?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound as intimidating as possible. The woman laughed and Max cringed.
"Smart girl," the woman cooed. "We wouldn't want you thrashing about and trying to escape during and after the procedure, now would we?"
"Depends on your definition of 'we'," Max scowled.
"Full of lip, too. We'll have to work on that," commented the woman with an oddly unsettling grin. "Anyway, if you must know (you'll find out sooner or later regardless), we'll be moving you to a more...secure location while you're still under. You'll be up and about soon; naturally, we have to keep a closer eye on you. Now," she said, regaining that sickening motherly tone, "...you just relax, and take deep breaths, and let yourself fade away." Max blinked as her eyelids suddenly became extraordinarily heavy, and wished desperately she had the strength to break free. Not so much to escape; what she wanted most right now as to strangle this woman, murder her in cold blood. She wanted it so badly it ached. She'd never exactly been partial to killing, but god, this woman...this awful woman. It wasn't even her evilness that was so upsetting, though that obviously played a part; it was the fact that it was candy-coated, the fact that she was acting so damn sugary-sweet when Max knew without a doubt it was nothing but a cover, and a fairly weak one at that. In her weakened condition and foggy state of mind, though, all she could do was ask a simple question.
"Why are you being so nice about all of this?" The woman grinned and chuckled slightly and backed away, and Max was overcome with a surge of anger and hatred, the intensity of which she never imagined she could feel. Oh, god, Lydecker was a saint compared to this woman...but these thoughts and all others were quickly fading. She grasped for consciousness and fought the chemical as best she could, but eventually gave in and succumbed to the blackness.
"What are you going to do to me?" Max demanded, trying in vain to pull away from the woman's touch. She smiled that creepy smile which barely concealed the darkness within, a darkness so dense that Max could feel it, like the heaviest of weights pressing down and threatening to crush her. She tried to act like she wasn't afraid, but the increased motion and pressure of the woman's hand quickly revealed that her attempts were futile.
"Relax," the woman said in that soft and yet clearly sinister way she had. "You're lucky you heal so quickly, you know. You're already set to have your stitches removed."
The doctors advanced on her, one holding her head in place, the other securing a mask over her face and preparing to give her anesthetic. Anesthetic for the removal of some stitches? Suspicious...
"If that's all you're going to do, why are you knocking me out?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound as intimidating as possible. The woman laughed and Max cringed.
"Smart girl," the woman cooed. "We wouldn't want you thrashing about and trying to escape during and after the procedure, now would we?"
"Depends on your definition of 'we'," Max scowled.
"Full of lip, too. We'll have to work on that," commented the woman with an oddly unsettling grin. "Anyway, if you must know (you'll find out sooner or later regardless), we'll be moving you to a more...secure location while you're still under. You'll be up and about soon; naturally, we have to keep a closer eye on you. Now," she said, regaining that sickening motherly tone, "...you just relax, and take deep breaths, and let yourself fade away." Max blinked as her eyelids suddenly became extraordinarily heavy, and wished desperately she had the strength to break free. Not so much to escape; what she wanted most right now as to strangle this woman, murder her in cold blood. She wanted it so badly it ached. She'd never exactly been partial to killing, but god, this woman...this awful woman. It wasn't even her evilness that was so upsetting, though that obviously played a part; it was the fact that it was candy-coated, the fact that she was acting so damn sugary-sweet when Max knew without a doubt it was nothing but a cover, and a fairly weak one at that. In her weakened condition and foggy state of mind, though, all she could do was ask a simple question.
"Why are you being so nice about all of this?" The woman grinned and chuckled slightly and backed away, and Max was overcome with a surge of anger and hatred, the intensity of which she never imagined she could feel. Oh, god, Lydecker was a saint compared to this woman...but these thoughts and all others were quickly fading. She grasped for consciousness and fought the chemical as best she could, but eventually gave in and succumbed to the blackness.