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Novalee's POV
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AN: I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter o-o;; I was going to add
another part, but the end of the fourth paragraph just seemed the
appropriate place to end it.
I sat in the corner of the waiting room with the five other patients, Espeon
curled up on my lap. Even now, after I should have had time to get used to
the idea, it seemed unreal... I had spent my entire life wrapped in my own
private prison of blackness, and in a few hours, I would be able to see. See
the birds that sang outside my window in the morning. See the sunset over
the lake by my home. See Espeon, who'd been my caretaker ever since I was
born.
[[Don't be so nervous, 'Lee. We'll both be fine.]] Espeon told me, rubbing
her soft, rounded head against my hand. If only I had known how wrong she
was, I would have got up and left right then. I didn't, so I smiled slightly
and scratched her behind one ear, but didn't reply. Both of us jumped as a
door opened somewhere in front of us, and I heard a woman speak up. She had
a warm voice and a pleasant accent I couldn't place. I felt the anxiety of
the people and pokemon alike around me heighten as the time of the operation
neared. our lives would be changed, we would be just like everyone else. No
need to suffer through cruel jokes in school, to be the grunt of
neighborhood gossip. With the genes donated by our pokemon replacing the
defective ones we had now, we could become normal.
[[Alright.. it's time.]] I felt Espeon's tail wrap around by forearm,
pulling me to my feet, out of one of my frequent reveries, and guide me
forward, through the doorway and down the hallway. No one was talking as
they had been in the waiting room. Everyone was too nervous to speak at all.
"Okay, if you will all please lay flat on your back on one of these tables."
This time, it was a man that spoke. He sounded excited, albeit a bit
nervous. Clumsily, I felt my way over to a smooth, cold table, clambered up
onto the unyeilding surface and stretched out on my back. There was the
breif pain of a needle in my left shoulder, and I felt the team of
scientists placing electrodes on my temples and chest to monitor me during
the operation. Then the injection took affect and I sank into oblivion.
Novalee's POV
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AN: I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter o-o;; I was going to add
another part, but the end of the fourth paragraph just seemed the
appropriate place to end it.
I sat in the corner of the waiting room with the five other patients, Espeon
curled up on my lap. Even now, after I should have had time to get used to
the idea, it seemed unreal... I had spent my entire life wrapped in my own
private prison of blackness, and in a few hours, I would be able to see. See
the birds that sang outside my window in the morning. See the sunset over
the lake by my home. See Espeon, who'd been my caretaker ever since I was
born.
[[Don't be so nervous, 'Lee. We'll both be fine.]] Espeon told me, rubbing
her soft, rounded head against my hand. If only I had known how wrong she
was, I would have got up and left right then. I didn't, so I smiled slightly
and scratched her behind one ear, but didn't reply. Both of us jumped as a
door opened somewhere in front of us, and I heard a woman speak up. She had
a warm voice and a pleasant accent I couldn't place. I felt the anxiety of
the people and pokemon alike around me heighten as the time of the operation
neared. our lives would be changed, we would be just like everyone else. No
need to suffer through cruel jokes in school, to be the grunt of
neighborhood gossip. With the genes donated by our pokemon replacing the
defective ones we had now, we could become normal.
[[Alright.. it's time.]] I felt Espeon's tail wrap around by forearm,
pulling me to my feet, out of one of my frequent reveries, and guide me
forward, through the doorway and down the hallway. No one was talking as
they had been in the waiting room. Everyone was too nervous to speak at all.
"Okay, if you will all please lay flat on your back on one of these tables."
This time, it was a man that spoke. He sounded excited, albeit a bit
nervous. Clumsily, I felt my way over to a smooth, cold table, clambered up
onto the unyeilding surface and stretched out on my back. There was the
breif pain of a needle in my left shoulder, and I felt the team of
scientists placing electrodes on my temples and chest to monitor me during
the operation. Then the injection took affect and I sank into oblivion.