Everything happened within seconds, her mind struggled understanding what happened before her, until it went dark, and when Rebecca opened her brown eyes, she wasn't anywhere near the Doctor or Taylor.
As she pushed herself up from her spot while her mind caught up to her, she found she was on a bed with no sheets, only the mattress wrapped in plastic.
Glancing around her new environment, Rebecca noticed she wasn't in the forest, instead a building with dated walls and flooring, there's spots on the wall that have been cleaned and sanitized of black mold, still patchy from the cleaners eating away at the walling.
Pushing herself up from the bed, she felt blood rush from her head back to her legs, has it been that long since she was unconscious?
She's wearing a smock
Even so much as a sniff as she dazedly moved her head caused her to recoil as she identified the smell as industrial cleaning solutions, the kind used to clean stains on different floorings that'd otherwise be difficult to remove on their own, and things such as widespread black mold.
So foul, the stench, she had to cover her nose and mouth as she feared breathing too much would risk her blacking out, again, or worse.
Someone went through the effort of cleaning up the area she's in, the heavy smell embedded itself into the walls, even the generated breeze of an industrial fan could only do so much.
Getting her bearings as she moved around, Rebecca finds she's in a converted patient room.
There's a blockade on the window, made with planks of wood with chains and nails sticking out preventing anyone from uncovered the window.
Everything in the room's nailed down, preventing anyone from moving the bed.
Hardly anything's in the room, seeing the gashes in the lamented flooring, wheel carts came through here regularly, but what caught Rebecca's brown eye's the door to the room itself.
Chillingly, it looked like someone took out the original door, replacing it with a crafted door made of a different material than the original door, heavier, incapable of being tampered with.
There's no doorknob on her side, there's wear around the hole where the doorknob should've been, suggesting that whoever came in the room used a separate doorknob to exit, preventing them from being trapped.
A flawed idea, surely, but as Rebecca slowly moved around the room, she noticed the gouged flooring, different feet prints, shoes, pacing endlessly around the room.
Her brown eyes noticed there's distressed marks on the barricaded window, people desperate they're clawing at the wooden planks, Rebecca caught sight of blood in the deep grooves of someone trying to rip the planks off the window.
It looked like a torture chamber than it did a patient room and she nearly yelped as she heard the only door opening with a loud thunk!
Nowhere to hide, no way of defending herself, Rebecca went towards the far corner of the room, her back pressed against the wall as she tried to brace herself.
She hoped that it was the Doctor having found her, but her hope was quickly dashed when she sees a tall slender man stepping in, dressed in medical rags, a mask firmly over his lower face, she only saw his piercing blue eyes.
"Ah, you've awakened," he gleefully says to her, "you wanted a makeover, no?"
Trembling, Rebecca gulped, "What?"
Pointing his gloved finger on the clipboard in his other hand, the man stated that Rebecca wanted a makeover, emphasizing the 'makeover' in his sentence.
"You don't understand how busy it gets, it's a miracle we haven't been completely swamped!" The man causally tells Rebecca as she's frozen in fear and awe, unable to formulate words as she watched the man looking down at the clipboard, reading off her sheet, seemingly he knew everything about her, medical-wise, even though she didn't recall subjecting herself to a medical examination.
Muttering to himself, the man finishes looking over the clipboard, glancing up at Rebecca, asking her, "Now, I must warn you, there are risks to having cosmetic surgeries done, such as a pricked palate. I can't reasonably guarantee there won't be complications. So, I must ask this, do you understand the risks undertaking the surgery?"
Slowly, Rebecca nodded as her hair stiffly moved, in awe, she gestures, "They told me this was just a myth!"
A sigh, the doctor tells her, "I don't doubt that. Skepticism is part of a healthy diet, but I can't quite change anyone's mind, yet."
Stepping forward as she's in awe, Rebecca struggled as she goes, "I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't think it happen this quick... don't you want to discuss money-payment?"
Shrugging, the doctor tells her, "No. We don't charge here, miss. It's merely a public service. Nothing more to it. Although, we do take donations."
He tells her that the surgeries are free, but he wouldn't decline donations for his service, something Rebecca didn't mind agreeing to, but not before gesturing as she inquired, "What... what happened to the other people I was with?"
Another shrug, the doctor told her that she was the only patient they have, causing her to ask how she found her way here, in the first place.
"Oh, don't you worry about that, it's bad for crow lines, now, tell me, what were you thinking of wanting done?" The doctor asks her, wanting to know what she had in mind for her procedure.
The mannerisms showed he didn't think much about anything other than his work and the way he came off, he didn't care or know what became of the Doctor and Taylor.
Uneasy, Rebecca sees that she didn't have any ways of escaping, that she was forced to play into her desire changing the way she looked, saying she wanted to have blue eyes, not ugly brown.
Writing it down on the clipboard on a different piece of paper, the doctor wrote this, as he did, he says, "It's your lucky break, then. Quite a popular choice."
He continued asking what she wanted altered, that by the time he finished, Rebecca gestures as she asks, "Is it true, you can change even DNA?"
Slowly nodding, the doctor informed her that it's not an easy practice doing, but he managed, but now he tells her that he needed to get the sheets processed, and he'll be back for her.
For now, she's to wait here.
No eating or drinking before the procedure and all that, but the doctor promised that Rebecca will have something to eat after the fact, then when the doctor gives her the okay and discharges her, he'll ensure that she'll be on her way back to wherever she came from.
"Smile, miss, you'll be a whole different person," the doctor encouraged to become at ease, she wanted to find him and all that.
Watching him leave, shutting the door behind him, left Rebecca alone as she processed what she just witnessed.
The legendary doctor was real and not only that, he can turn her into the dream woman she always wanted to be, but something's wrong, as evident the state of the room.
"He's real!" Rebecca mustered as she paced around the room.
She should've been elated that she found the doctor who'll give her what she wanted, but she wasn't, scared instead.
His casual demeanor, his politeness, everything, it just sent alarms shooting through her body, and then she remembered how Samuel's daughter was seeking him, too.
Going up to the unusual door, she tried finding a way of opening it, but it's crafted in a way that she can't hope to open it, the window heavily fortified that she'd risk ripping open her hands than getting a chance breaking out through there.
"Doctor! Taylor!" Rebecca grew frightful as it caught up to her, this wasn't a dream that she had every night, it was a nightmare, and she was living it!
