Chapter 5

"What's her condition?"

"Well, she was in a tragic accident, so they say. Two cars hit her, and sent her into a tailspin."

"This young? Then she's to blame!"

"No, no, it was a car from the DMV. She was trying to get her license."

"Well, isn't she still at fault, then, because she's inexperienced?"

"The man in the car that hit her said that a truck from Umbrella tried to run her off the road. He was speeding down the highway, never took the opportunity to check his mirrors. He just switched lanes without looking."

"Well, the woman in the car who ran into her.. she said that the girl did change lanes very closely. She probably didn't look over her shoulder and the car was in a blind spot. I believe that's what's happened!"

"Oh, Steven, will you shut up? You think the girl is to blame for all of it. She's only sixteen!"

"You also have to look at the other Umbrella commercial vehicle that was flying down the road. He was moving much too quickly. Traffic could have easily dodged around her, but she had to abandon the car and flee to safety because he couldn't avoid her."

"That's Umbrella for you."

"I hear that the crash from the Umbrella truck caused a spillage.. many people are getting sick from it."

"Should I go check on the other patient? She was contaminated by the spillage."

"Do you think the liquid is.. dangerous?"

"No one quite knows what Umbrella does.. can't say what the chemicals they use are.."

"Ow.." Amelia groaned. She felt so numb, and everything seemed so bright. She sat straight up in a bed, the environment unfamiliar to her. The walls were white, the light above her was a bright white, her sheets white, her gown white.. was she in a hospital?

She looked down at a tube that next to her bed. She trailed it, but the morphine tube didn't lead to her arm, so she obviously didn't get too hurt. Her head throbbed lightly, and she felt thin bandages wrapped around it. Her arms and legs were plastered with band-aids here and there, but she didn't seem to have any major injuries.

Someone was in the room with her, a roommate. She turned her head first to the window at her left, and saw the skies were still gray and clouded. Then she turned to the right and saw a woman lying in a bed, her face pasty and pale, her eyes were slightly glazed. She was looking straight up at the ceiling, her eyes bulging out, as if she saw something horrifying hanging from the ceiling and she feared it would fall down on her. She was gripping the sheets beneath her with all her might, her nails ripping the fabric. She was breathing heavily and thrashing as though she were tied down and trying to escape.

"No, God, no, don't let him take me!" She screamed. She went into a coughing spasm. "The Devil's face! I can see him! Get him away!"

Two male doctors rushed into the room when they heard the screams from the hallway, and rushed to her side.

"Ma'am, calm down," one said. He noticed she was staring at the ceiling in such a frightening way, and looked above him, but saw only the white ceiling. He looked into her eyes, but she kept her gaze away from him, still gripping the sheets and watching the ceiling, scared to death. "There's nothing there. The Devil is not there. Don't worry."

"The Devil has a hold on me!" She thrashed, and the two doctors tried to hold her down. "He has me! He poisoned me with Umbrella's chemicals, and I will be doomed to damnation in Hell! I will kill you all!"

"Please, lady, we're here to help!" The other doctor shouted.

"I know what Umbrella does!" She lady shrieked. "I once worked for them! I know what they're doing, and if you don't put me out of my misery, you'll all be killed!" She noticed the pen in the doctor's shirt pocket, and plucked it from him. She began stabbing herself in the arm, then turned the pen to her face, ready to strike at her eyes.

They both held her arms down, and one confiscated the pen from her. He was wiping the blood running down the woman's arm from the puncture away with an alcohol patch. She screamed when it burned against her flesh.

"Take her away!" He shouted. "Tell the other's that she's mentally unstable and needs to be transported!"

Amelia moved uncomfortably beneath her sheets as she watched the doctor who was left alone with her in the room. He heard her stirring.

"Ah, you're awake," he proclaimed.

Amelia yawned, and rubbed her sore head. "What was that all about?"

"Oh, just a crazy incident. You caused a lot of trouble, young lady."

Amelia's eyes widened. "You mean.. the accident from yesterday.. I caused that woman to go insane from that?"

He nodded. "At least, that's what Steven, the doctor that was just in here, says. I just think it was a freak accident."

"What's all wrong with me?"

"Well, just a few scratches and bruises. If I didn't suspect that you were sick from that spillage, I would let you go home."

"Does my mom know I'm here?"

"Yes, but we asked her not to be around you until we scanned you for any illnesses."

"What could I possibly have?"

The doctor looked over his shoulder and whispered "Do you remember a truck that had a umbrella printed on the back of it?"

Amelia merely nodded.

"Well, Umbrella is the company who owns that truck. They carry various chemicals, and we're keeping you here a few days to see if anything is wrong with you.. as in any illness from the chemicals."

"I see. I guess it's fine, then."

The doctor looked to his watch. "Time for another examination." Before Amelia even saw it coming, he pulled a suringe from inside his jacket and injected it into her arm. She fell asleep within a second, and was rolled away on a stretcher to the Experiment/Examination Room.

(Sorry there's a lot of talking)