Part 8
Beka's POV
I woke up again. Everything was the same. I was still restrained. I couldn't see very well but I
moved my head around as best I could to try to make anything out. The only sounds I could hear
were the sounds the machines made as they continued doing whatever they were doing. I didn't
know what they were doing or what they were supposed to be for and it frightened me.
From the feel of it on my skin I deduced that I was wearing some sort of medical garment not
unlike what was aboard the Andromeda. I was covered by a thin blanket. I could also feel tubes
and wires on me. Some of them were just taped to me. Others, to my horror were actually under
my skin going inside my body.
I could just make out my hands in the restraints. I also noticed that I had an I.V. line in one arm.
What were they giving me? I couldn't see clearly enough to make out if it was a single or
multiple lines. Someone help me. I have to get out of here.
I heard footsteps approaching. Quickly I partially closed my eyes. I didn't want them to knock me
out again so I would pretend to still be unconscious. But I still wanted to know what was going
on.
Have you ever tried to look at things through eyes that are mostly closed? If you have, you know
that you can't see too clearly. Add that to the fact that my vision was already screwed up for
reasons unknown and it was a lot of fun, I'll tell you.
But they were there and so far so good. They didn't notice me. They were talking and writing
things down on flexis. How much you want to bet that whatever they were writing was about
me? They were so close I could have reached out and touched them if my hands were free.
I forced myself to relax. If I were being medically monitored then changes in my heart rate and
other vital signs would clue them in to the fact that I was awake. I didn't want that. It wasn't
easy. They were so close and they were poking and prodding at me. I guessed I was being given
some sort of physical exam.
Suddenly one of them grasped my eyes and shone a light in them. It was so bright and it hurt. I
couldn't help it. I tried so hard not to but a whimper of pain escaped me. Which surprised them.
The game was up. I knew it. But I wasn't going down without a fight. I began struggling and
bucking to try to get free. I also attempted to scrape the mask off my face by rubbing against the
bed. I managed to get it off a little.
Alarms were going off all around. Then one of them came at me with another injector. NO!
PLEASE! Just let me go. What did I do to you to deserve this? I don't even know who and what
you are. My last thought before slipping under again was that if you want me unconscious why
bother to restrain me at all.