Chapter Five: A Voice for Teresa
"Finally," Deyana's voice exclaimed as Julio brought me into the room where I woke up. It was something out of a mad scientist dream, complete with pickled everything and tools for possibly any kind of surgery. Deyana stitched up Julio's arm, giving him more blood. "Be careful. I'll have to do another blood drive if you keep this up."
"Yeah," Julio sat up, staring at the unconscious winger lying on the table. Deyana promptly strapped me to a table, administering a sedative to my neck.
"Awake I see," Deyana stared down at me, clipboard in hand. A small smile grazed her tired features. "What's your name?"
"Th-ear-ay-sa" I bolted on the table. I had a voice! It sounded human, only some of the syllables didn't come out right. Deyana grinned.
"You'll have to work your mouth to adjust to some of the syllables, but you can speak, which is more than could be done before. I did a voice box transplant. It was rarely done before the change, but it was done, and I followed roughly the same procedure."
I almost smiled, but what did a winger smile look like? I guess if I did it the human way I would appear to be bearing my teeth, so I stopped. Deyana undid my restraints, taking me out of the operating room, down the narrow hallways, until she came to a door. She slid the heavy door open, revealing a little room, stuffed with books and a single bed. A metal rail fastened to the wall, and suspended above the bed, where a sleeping bag hung.
But that wasn't the amazing part. A little porthole window looked out of the room into dark water, small slits of light coming down through. I raised my head, jumping as a large fish pashed the porthole. Deyana laughed. "This is your room. The bar is where you'll sleep, since wingers don't naturally sleep horizontal, and the sleeping bag will do as a blanket."
"Th-ay-nk yh-oo" my speech hadn't improved since I last spoke. Deyana placed me on the bed and nodded. She exited the room, leaving me alone to stare at the ocean. I moved my wings, realizing I needed to know how to get up to the bar. I thought about it, and BAM, in an instant, I found myself maneuvering myself up and inside the sleeping bag. The action seemed as natural as walking.
I closed my eyes, a tired feeling creeping into my brain, trying to suppress all the questions and sick thoughts that echoed in my brain. Why had my memories been revived? Deyana generally seemed nice, but was I just another experiment? Did she feel the same as Julio and Dan?
God, I couldn't think these thoughts. They ate my brain, and I refused them, pushing myself towards sleep, but I couldn't. My mind raced, wanting to think.
I settled on comforting memories of vacations with my parents at the beach. My first day of school and the field trips to the zoo where Beth and I got lost. Mary's birthday sleepover party had been the last great time before the Change. I bought her this set of finger nail polish, some candy, and a Beanie Baby. Beth's baton and twirling ribbons had been her favorite gifts, but the presents took the background when we swam in her in- ground pool, and Beth splashed me making . . . Author Note: Thanks for the reviews. Shade's Children isn't an incredibly popular book, but it made me think. If there is ANYWHERE you'd like to see this story go, please tell me. I'm open to pretty much anything in this story, unlike my others, which I pretty much know all of what I want to happen.
"Finally," Deyana's voice exclaimed as Julio brought me into the room where I woke up. It was something out of a mad scientist dream, complete with pickled everything and tools for possibly any kind of surgery. Deyana stitched up Julio's arm, giving him more blood. "Be careful. I'll have to do another blood drive if you keep this up."
"Yeah," Julio sat up, staring at the unconscious winger lying on the table. Deyana promptly strapped me to a table, administering a sedative to my neck.
"Awake I see," Deyana stared down at me, clipboard in hand. A small smile grazed her tired features. "What's your name?"
"Th-ear-ay-sa" I bolted on the table. I had a voice! It sounded human, only some of the syllables didn't come out right. Deyana grinned.
"You'll have to work your mouth to adjust to some of the syllables, but you can speak, which is more than could be done before. I did a voice box transplant. It was rarely done before the change, but it was done, and I followed roughly the same procedure."
I almost smiled, but what did a winger smile look like? I guess if I did it the human way I would appear to be bearing my teeth, so I stopped. Deyana undid my restraints, taking me out of the operating room, down the narrow hallways, until she came to a door. She slid the heavy door open, revealing a little room, stuffed with books and a single bed. A metal rail fastened to the wall, and suspended above the bed, where a sleeping bag hung.
But that wasn't the amazing part. A little porthole window looked out of the room into dark water, small slits of light coming down through. I raised my head, jumping as a large fish pashed the porthole. Deyana laughed. "This is your room. The bar is where you'll sleep, since wingers don't naturally sleep horizontal, and the sleeping bag will do as a blanket."
"Th-ay-nk yh-oo" my speech hadn't improved since I last spoke. Deyana placed me on the bed and nodded. She exited the room, leaving me alone to stare at the ocean. I moved my wings, realizing I needed to know how to get up to the bar. I thought about it, and BAM, in an instant, I found myself maneuvering myself up and inside the sleeping bag. The action seemed as natural as walking.
I closed my eyes, a tired feeling creeping into my brain, trying to suppress all the questions and sick thoughts that echoed in my brain. Why had my memories been revived? Deyana generally seemed nice, but was I just another experiment? Did she feel the same as Julio and Dan?
God, I couldn't think these thoughts. They ate my brain, and I refused them, pushing myself towards sleep, but I couldn't. My mind raced, wanting to think.
I settled on comforting memories of vacations with my parents at the beach. My first day of school and the field trips to the zoo where Beth and I got lost. Mary's birthday sleepover party had been the last great time before the Change. I bought her this set of finger nail polish, some candy, and a Beanie Baby. Beth's baton and twirling ribbons had been her favorite gifts, but the presents took the background when we swam in her in- ground pool, and Beth splashed me making . . . Author Note: Thanks for the reviews. Shade's Children isn't an incredibly popular book, but it made me think. If there is ANYWHERE you'd like to see this story go, please tell me. I'm open to pretty much anything in this story, unlike my others, which I pretty much know all of what I want to happen.