PeRFecT
Chapter 7
'ThErE waS OnCe a BeaUtIfUl, BlUe-EyEd GiRl NaMeD QuIsTis WhO liVEd In A WoRlD FuLl oF NiGhtMaReS aNd InCaRNaTeD TeRRors. . . .'
'Hyne, let me die. . . ..'
'ShE wAs A PrInCeSs aT HeArT, bUt A sLaVe To HeR ThOuGhTS. . ..'
'My lungs are burning. . ..'
'ShE waS a DoOr MaT tO SoCiETy, aNd UnWaNTed To AlL tHe PoTEnTiAl MoThERs . . ..
'My ears. The sound. Out of control. . ..'
'BuT sHe WaS PeRFecT fOr Me. . ..'
'I want to be perfect. . ..Make me perfect.'
'I LoVe yOu, My PeRFecT lItLe QuiSty- My BoSsy LiTtlE QuiStY. My BlUE-eYeD QuiStY.'
"I love you too."
"Ah, hell- she's having a sex dream. Get up, Quistis girl. You're embarrassing yourself."
Evana's smoke-filled voice brought Quistis back to the world of flesh. The weary Seed hesitantly opened her eyes to her surrounds. She was in an infirmary. She glanced to her left. An I.V. drip, the tube hanging gracefully over her shoulder, ending in a feeding needle taped to her arm. She shuddered and turned to her left to find Evana and Samah and a couple familiar cadets. Every single face was embossed with worry. Quistis projected a weak smile to comfort them, which was accompanied by an embarrassed blush at Evana's comment.
"Good morning." She yawned, stretching her right arm.
"Good evening, Instructor Trepe." Samah nodded and glanced out the window. It was dark.
"Oh no- I slept through your afternoon hand-to-hand class. I'm sorry, Instructor Samah. I. . ..had something to do this morning. . ."
"Yeah, Sleep." Botchaskya chuckled and slunk deep into the cushy wing chair she had obviously brought in herself. Quistis looked at her quizzically, which only caused Evana to snort. "Trepe- you've been asleep for thirty two hours . . . and fifty one minutes." She grinned, glancing at her watch, already starting to understand Quistis' obsession with exactness. Quistis gaped. Her audience howled.
"I'm. . ..so sorry. I've missed more classes than I've taught."
"Oh yeah- you're in real trouble now." Announced a blonde-haired cadet, sarcastically, gaining giggles from his dark-haired, female counterpart. Evana glared at the two with a twinkle in her eye.
"Alright, you two. Get back to your dorms. Instructor Trepe shouldn't have to deal with your stupidity right now. If you leave now- I won't tell the Headmaster about the Kegger going on in the Boys Dormitory. You decide. . ."
The students exchanged looks and nodded.
"Good night, Instructor Trepe. I hope you're feeling better." The pig- tailed girl grinned and waved as she ran off. The young man scratched his head and breathed in deeply.
"Thank you, Instructor Trepe. We'll be toasting to you." He left, closing the door behind him. Samah stared at the ground. Elena coughed and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. Noticing Quistis' look of concern, she smiled and waved it off.
"Collapsed lung. Don't worry about, girly. There's bigger things been goin' on. Anyway, I'll be running marathons again in no time." She poked Samah in the side. "Call Martine and tell'em Quistis-girl's okay. And tell'em I'll take off within the next hour. . .."
"What's going on?" Quistis maneuvered herself into a seated position. Evana shook her head as Samah dialed up and waited for an answer.
"It's Samah. Quistis just woke up, and we've moved all of the cadets back to their respective rooms. They've all been treated. . . .yes. . . ..of course. . .Evana's says she fly over fairly soon. . . ..I've contacted Cid- He's promised to send in reinforcements free of charge. . . .uh huh, well. . . ..we can let Botchaskya deal with him. . . ..of course, of course. I'll inform her. . . ..no. . ..None of them. Not one. Okay. . ..Out." Samah flipped his PHS and stuffed it in his pocket.
"What was that all about." Evana inquired before Quistis could manage the words. The dark-haired martial artist shook his head and snorted.
"Caraway wants us to pay for the missiles."
"Oh, pshfuh." Evana threw her hands up in the air and uttered a stream of incomprehensible mutterings.
"And Martine wants you to get over there as soon as possible."
"He just wants me there so I can put that fucker Dobe in his place. . .." Evana roared, then heaved and wheezed.
"If you can't go I'll send . . .."
"NO! Samah, we're not sending any more cadets! Enough is enough! Do you know what the death count was yesterday? None! Do you know what it could've been? Hells Bells. . . .You weren't there. You don't know. . ." She breathed deeply through her nose.
"No, I don't know what you went through. But I do know that you are weak, with good reason, and a little emotionally unstable right now. Dobe is a slippery fellow and you have to be in the right mindset to reason with him. . .."
"I'm going, Lukan. So shut the hell up and mind your own damn business. I'm fine, and I don't need anyone to handle my duties." She spat, hands on hips, nostrils flaring. Samah relinquished his side. Evana had used Samah's first name- she obviously meant business.
"So everyone was okay?" Quistis had been silent throughout the exchange, but now had the chance to ask her most pressing question. Samah sat at the foot of her bed.
"Everyone is alive and recuperating. Thanks to you, Instructor Trepe." His tone was praiseworthy, but there was a little sadness laced throughout. And a little fear. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed deeply. Anxiety, anticipation. What was wrong?
"Quistis, I. . .." He turned to speak with her face to face. "We. . . .need to ask you. . .." He paused, a little pained. She waited. Evana scowled at her colleague and turned back to Quistis.
"You don't have ta answer, Trepe. You're a hero."
"But still," Samah pressed, casting a sidelong glance at Evana. "We need to know. . ..how you did it. The shield. Where did the missiles go?"
"Does the Army really need them back that urgently?" Quistis replied, perplexed. Samah shook his head.
"No, not at all. We'll replace them somehow- don't worry about that. We just want to know about the magic. About your . . ..spells."
"My spells?" She asked wearily. What spells? What had happened back there?
'Oh, yes. THOSE spells. No. . . Ummm. . . ..'
"Ummm. . . ..well- that's what Guardian Forces are for." She replied sheepishly, shrugging. The elder instructors exchanged glances. She continued nervously. "I. . ..didn't realize my GFs had those kinds of powers, but I guess that's why we use them. To protect us and aid us. I wish I'd of realized it sooner, but I forgot that I had junctioned. . . .."
"You don't have any GFs junctioned, Quistis." Samah cut in, quietly. She fell silent and chewed on her lip. He sighed. "We asked Cid, and he said that upon leaving Balamb you were required to relinquish your control over any Guardian Forces until your return to that Garden." She shivered and stared at her hands. PeRfecT. What could she say? She didn't really understand it herself.
"Sorry Quistis. We don't mean to intrude on your privacy- This isn't supposed to turn into a grand inquisition. But . . ..unless we know what this is, Garden's may have to suspend you. If you can assure us this is under control, then we can fabricate something to make it all go away. You know we're just thinking about the students. . .."
"Trepe- you're exhausted. Don't answer him now. He's being a political prick. . . ."
"Quistis- we need to know if you're a sorceress or not." Samah gasped out, exasperated. Both women stared at him. He blushed and ground his teeth.
'A sorceress?' She was stunned. She blanked for a second.
'BlUe-Eyed Sorceress'
"A sorceress? Like Esthar-Adel type sorceress?" She gulped, cringing. Samah nodded, a little too soberly. She shook her head. "No. NO! I don't see how you could even think that. My powers. . .it's just a limit break. Hidden strengths brought on by adversity and fear and anger. I. . ..can't even control them. I don't see how you could possibly conceive of me being a sorceress."
"Quistis-girl. A limit is me falling into a trance and slicin' the hell outta someone with my gunblade. Or Samah executing a crazy fist and foot combo. Limits don't open portals to other dimensions. Limits don't stand up to nine tons of man-made fire power. Limits don't give you sorceress powers." Evana frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Quistis was at a loss for words.
"We'll say it was a limit. That's the easiest thing to do." Samah replied. He gazed outside the window. "You're a hero right now, Quistis. So people will accept it. They'll want to accept it. But we will have to discuss this later. So you might want to analyze your position." The hostile, digital beep of his PHS ended his lecture. Flipping it open, he pressed the accept button and held it to his ear.
"Captain Lukan Samah. . ..Yes sir. Yes. Botchaskya's just leaving now. I'll report to Instructor Furtivan and detail the logistics. . ..Quistis is fine. We've attributed her powers to a limit break. It's a little stretched, but people expect things like this from Trepe. Alright. . ..No sir. The cadets are not consuming any sorts of alcoholic beverages. Yes. . .I will ensure that the rules are enforced while you're gone. . .yes? Valiant, eh? Okay, I'll get it out of the safety deposit box. . . .no. . .. no word from Caraway. They've been constructing a press release. I'll relay the new information at once, Headmaster. Of course. Of course. . . .Out." He closed the PHS.
"Martine needs you there now. And he wants you to get the Valiant from the safety deposit box in his office. If Instructor Graybeard's up there, would you give him a brief overview of the situation. Furtivan really doesn't need all the details, but he needs enough to be able to act intelligently if asked about the events."
"Are the SeeDs there yet?"
"Dobe won't let them in."
"Fuckin' Hyne. Okay, Quistis-girl. I'm off. Rest up- eat something, you look like crap. And you'll never get laid looking like that." The older Instructor grinned and patted her protégé on the shoulder. "I'll give Kinneas' ass a pinch for ya. Well, one for myself and one for you." Both women laughed, mostly out of relief. Evana's face suddenly sobered. She rubbed Quistis' soft hands affectionately- her aging, calloused fingers were motherly and sensitive. "Thanks for the hope, kid. Without you- there would be nothing." The green eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'll make sure to bring pretty boy back with me- with all appendages in tact." She cackled at Quistis' blush. Samah wobbled his head and put his hand to his temple.
"Don't tease her, Evana. And don't encourage anything of the sort. Section eight-paragraph three of the Instructor's handbook. . .."
"You're such a prude, Samah. It's all in jest. Take care, Quisty-girl. Oh and. . . if you get better before I get back, make sure to visit my class. You're supposed to be there teachin' it. They- they really wanna talk to you. Okay?"
"Of course, Evana."
"Good. Now. . .."Evana glared at her colleague, who stood at the base of Quistis' hospital bed. "No more talk of . . . .you know what. It's fuckin' creepy. And you're scaring Trepe. Hyne's sake- Quisty-girl. This is your first week of school. What else'll go wrong?"
'Knock on wood'
"Take care, Trepe. Samah."
"Be careful, Instructor Botchaskya." Quistis whispered as the fiery warrior exited the infirmary, a whirlwind of emotion and intelligence surrounding her wide gait. Quistis found herself having a remarkable respect for the woman. She was crass and rude and she wasn't the least bit professional- but she was an amazing Instructor, soldier and person. She would've made a wonderful mother.
'She's not PeRFecT, but she doesn't expect me to be either.'
"Quistis?" Instructor Samah approached cautiously and hesitatingly put a hand on her shoulder. His large, sienna-colored eyes were clouded and unsettled.
'Is- Is he scared of me?'
"Quistis- I'm sorry I was so forceful before." There was a slight tremolo in his tender baritone voice. "If you need to talk about anything- don't hesitate. I know. . ..I know Martine will dive right into this issue when he returns, so It's best that you understand as much about it as possible. I. . ..have seen sorceresses, Quistis. You don't have the disposition. But power is not limited to a personality type. And if you can't control this. . . ..you'll need help. Think about it, okay? But do get some rest. Doctor Freidshleigh will be in to visit you later and I think the nurse is waiting at the door. Take care." Everything was quiet and sensitive about the martial artist. Even the way he left the room. It was comforting, even if she wasn't comforted.
'My magic. . . .it's just a limit. It's. . ..nothing.'
'nO?'
'It's not even my power- I steal it. The souls of monsters trapped inside their remains. I . . .. have nothing myself. There's no possible way I could be a sorceress. . . ..'
'bLuE EyEd sOrCereSs QuiSTiS. . . .'
'No. A sorceress killed my parents. A sorceress devastated the world. And I feel. . . .so powerless so often. I'm not powerful. I have no kontrol. . . '
She crawled deep into the sterile, starchy sheets and buried her face in the standard hospital pillow. Upon closing her eyes, the nurses bustled in and began to fuss over her- taking her temperature and replacing her intervenus. She was dazed, but thankful for the nutrients without substance. The emptiness was soothing to her mind, though uncomfortable for her body. After they had finished probing her, she re-found her earlier position and rested, utterly prone and vulnerable. She fell asleep with the words ringing in her ears:
'My BlUe Sorceress QuIsTy- You will be PeRFecT.'
Chapter 7
'ThErE waS OnCe a BeaUtIfUl, BlUe-EyEd GiRl NaMeD QuIsTis WhO liVEd In A WoRlD FuLl oF NiGhtMaReS aNd InCaRNaTeD TeRRors. . . .'
'Hyne, let me die. . . ..'
'ShE wAs A PrInCeSs aT HeArT, bUt A sLaVe To HeR ThOuGhTS. . ..'
'My lungs are burning. . ..'
'ShE waS a DoOr MaT tO SoCiETy, aNd UnWaNTed To AlL tHe PoTEnTiAl MoThERs . . ..
'My ears. The sound. Out of control. . ..'
'BuT sHe WaS PeRFecT fOr Me. . ..'
'I want to be perfect. . ..Make me perfect.'
'I LoVe yOu, My PeRFecT lItLe QuiSty- My BoSsy LiTtlE QuiStY. My BlUE-eYeD QuiStY.'
"I love you too."
"Ah, hell- she's having a sex dream. Get up, Quistis girl. You're embarrassing yourself."
Evana's smoke-filled voice brought Quistis back to the world of flesh. The weary Seed hesitantly opened her eyes to her surrounds. She was in an infirmary. She glanced to her left. An I.V. drip, the tube hanging gracefully over her shoulder, ending in a feeding needle taped to her arm. She shuddered and turned to her left to find Evana and Samah and a couple familiar cadets. Every single face was embossed with worry. Quistis projected a weak smile to comfort them, which was accompanied by an embarrassed blush at Evana's comment.
"Good morning." She yawned, stretching her right arm.
"Good evening, Instructor Trepe." Samah nodded and glanced out the window. It was dark.
"Oh no- I slept through your afternoon hand-to-hand class. I'm sorry, Instructor Samah. I. . ..had something to do this morning. . ."
"Yeah, Sleep." Botchaskya chuckled and slunk deep into the cushy wing chair she had obviously brought in herself. Quistis looked at her quizzically, which only caused Evana to snort. "Trepe- you've been asleep for thirty two hours . . . and fifty one minutes." She grinned, glancing at her watch, already starting to understand Quistis' obsession with exactness. Quistis gaped. Her audience howled.
"I'm. . ..so sorry. I've missed more classes than I've taught."
"Oh yeah- you're in real trouble now." Announced a blonde-haired cadet, sarcastically, gaining giggles from his dark-haired, female counterpart. Evana glared at the two with a twinkle in her eye.
"Alright, you two. Get back to your dorms. Instructor Trepe shouldn't have to deal with your stupidity right now. If you leave now- I won't tell the Headmaster about the Kegger going on in the Boys Dormitory. You decide. . ."
The students exchanged looks and nodded.
"Good night, Instructor Trepe. I hope you're feeling better." The pig- tailed girl grinned and waved as she ran off. The young man scratched his head and breathed in deeply.
"Thank you, Instructor Trepe. We'll be toasting to you." He left, closing the door behind him. Samah stared at the ground. Elena coughed and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. Noticing Quistis' look of concern, she smiled and waved it off.
"Collapsed lung. Don't worry about, girly. There's bigger things been goin' on. Anyway, I'll be running marathons again in no time." She poked Samah in the side. "Call Martine and tell'em Quistis-girl's okay. And tell'em I'll take off within the next hour. . .."
"What's going on?" Quistis maneuvered herself into a seated position. Evana shook her head as Samah dialed up and waited for an answer.
"It's Samah. Quistis just woke up, and we've moved all of the cadets back to their respective rooms. They've all been treated. . . .yes. . . ..of course. . .Evana's says she fly over fairly soon. . . ..I've contacted Cid- He's promised to send in reinforcements free of charge. . . .uh huh, well. . . ..we can let Botchaskya deal with him. . . ..of course, of course. I'll inform her. . . ..no. . ..None of them. Not one. Okay. . ..Out." Samah flipped his PHS and stuffed it in his pocket.
"What was that all about." Evana inquired before Quistis could manage the words. The dark-haired martial artist shook his head and snorted.
"Caraway wants us to pay for the missiles."
"Oh, pshfuh." Evana threw her hands up in the air and uttered a stream of incomprehensible mutterings.
"And Martine wants you to get over there as soon as possible."
"He just wants me there so I can put that fucker Dobe in his place. . .." Evana roared, then heaved and wheezed.
"If you can't go I'll send . . .."
"NO! Samah, we're not sending any more cadets! Enough is enough! Do you know what the death count was yesterday? None! Do you know what it could've been? Hells Bells. . . .You weren't there. You don't know. . ." She breathed deeply through her nose.
"No, I don't know what you went through. But I do know that you are weak, with good reason, and a little emotionally unstable right now. Dobe is a slippery fellow and you have to be in the right mindset to reason with him. . .."
"I'm going, Lukan. So shut the hell up and mind your own damn business. I'm fine, and I don't need anyone to handle my duties." She spat, hands on hips, nostrils flaring. Samah relinquished his side. Evana had used Samah's first name- she obviously meant business.
"So everyone was okay?" Quistis had been silent throughout the exchange, but now had the chance to ask her most pressing question. Samah sat at the foot of her bed.
"Everyone is alive and recuperating. Thanks to you, Instructor Trepe." His tone was praiseworthy, but there was a little sadness laced throughout. And a little fear. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed deeply. Anxiety, anticipation. What was wrong?
"Quistis, I. . .." He turned to speak with her face to face. "We. . . .need to ask you. . .." He paused, a little pained. She waited. Evana scowled at her colleague and turned back to Quistis.
"You don't have ta answer, Trepe. You're a hero."
"But still," Samah pressed, casting a sidelong glance at Evana. "We need to know. . ..how you did it. The shield. Where did the missiles go?"
"Does the Army really need them back that urgently?" Quistis replied, perplexed. Samah shook his head.
"No, not at all. We'll replace them somehow- don't worry about that. We just want to know about the magic. About your . . ..spells."
"My spells?" She asked wearily. What spells? What had happened back there?
'Oh, yes. THOSE spells. No. . . Ummm. . . ..'
"Ummm. . . ..well- that's what Guardian Forces are for." She replied sheepishly, shrugging. The elder instructors exchanged glances. She continued nervously. "I. . ..didn't realize my GFs had those kinds of powers, but I guess that's why we use them. To protect us and aid us. I wish I'd of realized it sooner, but I forgot that I had junctioned. . . .."
"You don't have any GFs junctioned, Quistis." Samah cut in, quietly. She fell silent and chewed on her lip. He sighed. "We asked Cid, and he said that upon leaving Balamb you were required to relinquish your control over any Guardian Forces until your return to that Garden." She shivered and stared at her hands. PeRfecT. What could she say? She didn't really understand it herself.
"Sorry Quistis. We don't mean to intrude on your privacy- This isn't supposed to turn into a grand inquisition. But . . ..unless we know what this is, Garden's may have to suspend you. If you can assure us this is under control, then we can fabricate something to make it all go away. You know we're just thinking about the students. . .."
"Trepe- you're exhausted. Don't answer him now. He's being a political prick. . . ."
"Quistis- we need to know if you're a sorceress or not." Samah gasped out, exasperated. Both women stared at him. He blushed and ground his teeth.
'A sorceress?' She was stunned. She blanked for a second.
'BlUe-Eyed Sorceress'
"A sorceress? Like Esthar-Adel type sorceress?" She gulped, cringing. Samah nodded, a little too soberly. She shook her head. "No. NO! I don't see how you could even think that. My powers. . .it's just a limit break. Hidden strengths brought on by adversity and fear and anger. I. . ..can't even control them. I don't see how you could possibly conceive of me being a sorceress."
"Quistis-girl. A limit is me falling into a trance and slicin' the hell outta someone with my gunblade. Or Samah executing a crazy fist and foot combo. Limits don't open portals to other dimensions. Limits don't stand up to nine tons of man-made fire power. Limits don't give you sorceress powers." Evana frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Quistis was at a loss for words.
"We'll say it was a limit. That's the easiest thing to do." Samah replied. He gazed outside the window. "You're a hero right now, Quistis. So people will accept it. They'll want to accept it. But we will have to discuss this later. So you might want to analyze your position." The hostile, digital beep of his PHS ended his lecture. Flipping it open, he pressed the accept button and held it to his ear.
"Captain Lukan Samah. . ..Yes sir. Yes. Botchaskya's just leaving now. I'll report to Instructor Furtivan and detail the logistics. . ..Quistis is fine. We've attributed her powers to a limit break. It's a little stretched, but people expect things like this from Trepe. Alright. . ..No sir. The cadets are not consuming any sorts of alcoholic beverages. Yes. . .I will ensure that the rules are enforced while you're gone. . .yes? Valiant, eh? Okay, I'll get it out of the safety deposit box. . . .no. . .. no word from Caraway. They've been constructing a press release. I'll relay the new information at once, Headmaster. Of course. Of course. . . .Out." He closed the PHS.
"Martine needs you there now. And he wants you to get the Valiant from the safety deposit box in his office. If Instructor Graybeard's up there, would you give him a brief overview of the situation. Furtivan really doesn't need all the details, but he needs enough to be able to act intelligently if asked about the events."
"Are the SeeDs there yet?"
"Dobe won't let them in."
"Fuckin' Hyne. Okay, Quistis-girl. I'm off. Rest up- eat something, you look like crap. And you'll never get laid looking like that." The older Instructor grinned and patted her protégé on the shoulder. "I'll give Kinneas' ass a pinch for ya. Well, one for myself and one for you." Both women laughed, mostly out of relief. Evana's face suddenly sobered. She rubbed Quistis' soft hands affectionately- her aging, calloused fingers were motherly and sensitive. "Thanks for the hope, kid. Without you- there would be nothing." The green eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'll make sure to bring pretty boy back with me- with all appendages in tact." She cackled at Quistis' blush. Samah wobbled his head and put his hand to his temple.
"Don't tease her, Evana. And don't encourage anything of the sort. Section eight-paragraph three of the Instructor's handbook. . .."
"You're such a prude, Samah. It's all in jest. Take care, Quisty-girl. Oh and. . . if you get better before I get back, make sure to visit my class. You're supposed to be there teachin' it. They- they really wanna talk to you. Okay?"
"Of course, Evana."
"Good. Now. . .."Evana glared at her colleague, who stood at the base of Quistis' hospital bed. "No more talk of . . . .you know what. It's fuckin' creepy. And you're scaring Trepe. Hyne's sake- Quisty-girl. This is your first week of school. What else'll go wrong?"
'Knock on wood'
"Take care, Trepe. Samah."
"Be careful, Instructor Botchaskya." Quistis whispered as the fiery warrior exited the infirmary, a whirlwind of emotion and intelligence surrounding her wide gait. Quistis found herself having a remarkable respect for the woman. She was crass and rude and she wasn't the least bit professional- but she was an amazing Instructor, soldier and person. She would've made a wonderful mother.
'She's not PeRFecT, but she doesn't expect me to be either.'
"Quistis?" Instructor Samah approached cautiously and hesitatingly put a hand on her shoulder. His large, sienna-colored eyes were clouded and unsettled.
'Is- Is he scared of me?'
"Quistis- I'm sorry I was so forceful before." There was a slight tremolo in his tender baritone voice. "If you need to talk about anything- don't hesitate. I know. . ..I know Martine will dive right into this issue when he returns, so It's best that you understand as much about it as possible. I. . ..have seen sorceresses, Quistis. You don't have the disposition. But power is not limited to a personality type. And if you can't control this. . . ..you'll need help. Think about it, okay? But do get some rest. Doctor Freidshleigh will be in to visit you later and I think the nurse is waiting at the door. Take care." Everything was quiet and sensitive about the martial artist. Even the way he left the room. It was comforting, even if she wasn't comforted.
'My magic. . . .it's just a limit. It's. . ..nothing.'
'nO?'
'It's not even my power- I steal it. The souls of monsters trapped inside their remains. I . . .. have nothing myself. There's no possible way I could be a sorceress. . . ..'
'bLuE EyEd sOrCereSs QuiSTiS. . . .'
'No. A sorceress killed my parents. A sorceress devastated the world. And I feel. . . .so powerless so often. I'm not powerful. I have no kontrol. . . '
She crawled deep into the sterile, starchy sheets and buried her face in the standard hospital pillow. Upon closing her eyes, the nurses bustled in and began to fuss over her- taking her temperature and replacing her intervenus. She was dazed, but thankful for the nutrients without substance. The emptiness was soothing to her mind, though uncomfortable for her body. After they had finished probing her, she re-found her earlier position and rested, utterly prone and vulnerable. She fell asleep with the words ringing in her ears:
'My BlUe Sorceress QuIsTy- You will be PeRFecT.'