All Hail The Princess Bride!!
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Chapter 2
The prick in her neck woke Sam, she looked up at the woman kneeling over her. Blinking in the bright light Sam tried to sit up but found her body numb and unresponsive. She couldn't feel anything, not the press of cold floor on her back, the rough material of her clothes on skin. And the pain, the pain was gone. She wanted to laugh and scream all at the same time. Terrified that the prick had been a poison she strained to move, trying desperately to get up and away all the while hysteric giggles of relief bubbling just under the surface of her thoughts that now she was going to die the pain would never return. Her preservation instincts finally won out and she strained even harder to force her silent limbs into motion, she grimaced at the effort and panic started to set it. Building and building on itself she finally broke.
"I can't move! Why can't I move?" She redoubled her efforts to move, the cords of her neck standing out against the strain.
The woman placed her had on Sam's shoulder, "Be still, it will soon pass." She looked questioningly over her shoulder.
A man Sam couldn't see before moved into her field of vision. "Remain calm, it is a side effect of the purgative I administered. Your feeling will return shortly." He sounded bored and aloof, like he did this sort of thing all the time. The thought chilled her.
The doctor, she assumed, spoke a few word to the woman in a language she did not understand, then left. Sam watched wearily as the woman shifted position to sit flat on the floor.
"I am called Loret."
Sam just nodded her head, either this Loret already knew her name or she didn't, but either way Sam remembered enough of her training not to volunteer anything. Her training. Ha. Not that it had helped when they forcibly removed information from her brain, or when she had been trying to run. Anyone could run, and she hadn't even done a good job of that evidently. Sam roughly gave herself a mental shake, trying to un-remember everything that had happened, not just forget, but erase-make it never have happened.
"What now?"
"Now we wait." Looking pointedly at Sam's arms and legs.
Sam nodded. They sat in silence for the next few minutes until the panic threatening to explode from her again.
"How much longer?"
"Not long now, you're already moving a bit."
Sam looked at her sharpy, "What?"
"You nodded your head, that's very good."
Sam did laugh then, nervously and hysterically. She'd been fed the chocolate coated magic pill and here she was, awake and immobile.
Loret just smiled softly as she did, oblivious to the fact that Sam couldn't stop, that the laughter just kept coming and coming and she couldn't stop it.
But then, her whole body woke up. Tingly return of sensation and all. She jumped to her feet, startling Loret, and wavered. Dizzy from standing up to suddenly, she leaned against the wall for support. When she was small, she and her brother would stand in the doorway of their family's kitchen pressing their hands against the frame, when you moved out of the door it would feel like your arms were rising of their own accord. Sam's whole body felt like that. After all the pain, and pressure, and numbness; to feel again, simply feel felt like she was filled with helium.
"I'm floating." Barely a whisper out of her mouth and she dropped to the floor unconscious.
Loret moved to press a panel on the wall and the door slid open for two medics and the doctor. They placed Samantha Melissa Carter on the stretcher and walked out into the hall. Loret followed.
BETTER LEFT
Chapter 2
The prick in her neck woke Sam, she looked up at the woman kneeling over her. Blinking in the bright light Sam tried to sit up but found her body numb and unresponsive. She couldn't feel anything, not the press of cold floor on her back, the rough material of her clothes on skin. And the pain, the pain was gone. She wanted to laugh and scream all at the same time. Terrified that the prick had been a poison she strained to move, trying desperately to get up and away all the while hysteric giggles of relief bubbling just under the surface of her thoughts that now she was going to die the pain would never return. Her preservation instincts finally won out and she strained even harder to force her silent limbs into motion, she grimaced at the effort and panic started to set it. Building and building on itself she finally broke.
"I can't move! Why can't I move?" She redoubled her efforts to move, the cords of her neck standing out against the strain.
The woman placed her had on Sam's shoulder, "Be still, it will soon pass." She looked questioningly over her shoulder.
A man Sam couldn't see before moved into her field of vision. "Remain calm, it is a side effect of the purgative I administered. Your feeling will return shortly." He sounded bored and aloof, like he did this sort of thing all the time. The thought chilled her.
The doctor, she assumed, spoke a few word to the woman in a language she did not understand, then left. Sam watched wearily as the woman shifted position to sit flat on the floor.
"I am called Loret."
Sam just nodded her head, either this Loret already knew her name or she didn't, but either way Sam remembered enough of her training not to volunteer anything. Her training. Ha. Not that it had helped when they forcibly removed information from her brain, or when she had been trying to run. Anyone could run, and she hadn't even done a good job of that evidently. Sam roughly gave herself a mental shake, trying to un-remember everything that had happened, not just forget, but erase-make it never have happened.
"What now?"
"Now we wait." Looking pointedly at Sam's arms and legs.
Sam nodded. They sat in silence for the next few minutes until the panic threatening to explode from her again.
"How much longer?"
"Not long now, you're already moving a bit."
Sam looked at her sharpy, "What?"
"You nodded your head, that's very good."
Sam did laugh then, nervously and hysterically. She'd been fed the chocolate coated magic pill and here she was, awake and immobile.
Loret just smiled softly as she did, oblivious to the fact that Sam couldn't stop, that the laughter just kept coming and coming and she couldn't stop it.
But then, her whole body woke up. Tingly return of sensation and all. She jumped to her feet, startling Loret, and wavered. Dizzy from standing up to suddenly, she leaned against the wall for support. When she was small, she and her brother would stand in the doorway of their family's kitchen pressing their hands against the frame, when you moved out of the door it would feel like your arms were rising of their own accord. Sam's whole body felt like that. After all the pain, and pressure, and numbness; to feel again, simply feel felt like she was filled with helium.
"I'm floating." Barely a whisper out of her mouth and she dropped to the floor unconscious.
Loret moved to press a panel on the wall and the door slid open for two medics and the doctor. They placed Samantha Melissa Carter on the stretcher and walked out into the hall. Loret followed.