Tarrow Armandai
Five
This building is a sad one. Everything is shiny silver and clean beyond perfection. A woman in a white coat wraps her hand around mine and gently she beckons me forward. Nana crouches and leans her head over my shoulder. Whispering in my ear, she tells me to "Be a good girl now, and follow the nice lady." I ask her to come with me, to. to be with me whilst they go on with whatever they are going to do to me. She just smiles weakly and ushers me ahead.
The white coated woman tells me her name is "Doctor Areol," and that I am "a very brave girl, not getting scared." She leads me through a door and into the corridor beyond it. I hear Nana raising her voice at my mother. "How can you do this to her? You have not asked if it is what she wants!" she says. I don't think she knows I can hear her. My mother just tells her to "Shut up." The rest is muffled. Doctor Areol sighs and says something that I don't understand.
At the end of the corridor is a big grey room. People in white coats are using machines in it. Doctor Areol tells me to "Lie on the bed in the middle of the room." It is connected by a rail to a hole in the wall. I ask her why, but she just lifts me from under my arms and places me on it. A man walks up to me with some kind of tube, and tells me not to worry. He places the tube to my neck, and I hear a hiss. "Try raising your arm, would you dear?" he tells me, but I can not move anything. The urge to panic is suppressed by an even greater feeling of exhaustion. I close my eyes, but the dreams do not come.
I barely feel the motion, but opening my eyelids briefly shows that the bed has retreated into the wall. I can see a purple glow from the ceiling of the hollow, and it sharply brightens. The glow begins to rotate about me, from my left to my right. I hear Doctor Areol telling someone to "begin the infusion," though I never hear the response.
Time passes. I do not know if it has been an hour or a month, though I do not think I could tell either way. I see my Mother sitting next to my bed, with a mirror in her hand. I look into it, and I do not recognise the face. A tired child with sapphire hair stares at me from where my fully toothed smile and red curls should have. "How is my little girl?" my mother asks. "I do not know", I reply, and it is the truth.
Five
This building is a sad one. Everything is shiny silver and clean beyond perfection. A woman in a white coat wraps her hand around mine and gently she beckons me forward. Nana crouches and leans her head over my shoulder. Whispering in my ear, she tells me to "Be a good girl now, and follow the nice lady." I ask her to come with me, to. to be with me whilst they go on with whatever they are going to do to me. She just smiles weakly and ushers me ahead.
The white coated woman tells me her name is "Doctor Areol," and that I am "a very brave girl, not getting scared." She leads me through a door and into the corridor beyond it. I hear Nana raising her voice at my mother. "How can you do this to her? You have not asked if it is what she wants!" she says. I don't think she knows I can hear her. My mother just tells her to "Shut up." The rest is muffled. Doctor Areol sighs and says something that I don't understand.
At the end of the corridor is a big grey room. People in white coats are using machines in it. Doctor Areol tells me to "Lie on the bed in the middle of the room." It is connected by a rail to a hole in the wall. I ask her why, but she just lifts me from under my arms and places me on it. A man walks up to me with some kind of tube, and tells me not to worry. He places the tube to my neck, and I hear a hiss. "Try raising your arm, would you dear?" he tells me, but I can not move anything. The urge to panic is suppressed by an even greater feeling of exhaustion. I close my eyes, but the dreams do not come.
I barely feel the motion, but opening my eyelids briefly shows that the bed has retreated into the wall. I can see a purple glow from the ceiling of the hollow, and it sharply brightens. The glow begins to rotate about me, from my left to my right. I hear Doctor Areol telling someone to "begin the infusion," though I never hear the response.
Time passes. I do not know if it has been an hour or a month, though I do not think I could tell either way. I see my Mother sitting next to my bed, with a mirror in her hand. I look into it, and I do not recognise the face. A tired child with sapphire hair stares at me from where my fully toothed smile and red curls should have. "How is my little girl?" my mother asks. "I do not know", I reply, and it is the truth.