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The door kicked open and several blurry figures rushed down the stairs. None of them were monkeys, which was good because she didn't feel like getting kicked again. There were noises but by then she couldn't hear anything specific. The figures got closer and clearer, but they all had in her passed hallucinations. She tried to guess what she'd be seeing next but couldn't; her mind was stopping all thought process. One figure got very close to her and she could make out the face and the voice before she faded to black.

"Kay?"

Chapter 14: State of Mind

Kay woke up with a strong smell of antiseptic filling her nostrils. Slowly as she opened her eyes, she felt the light burn holes in her retinas. She didn't know where she was, but somehow she knew she'd been there before. The light still blinded her from making out any clear form of her surroundings, but she thought it was white or yellow, a lighter shade of the color spectrum. She went to breath in deeply from her mouth when she realized that she had a tube down her throat.

What kind of torture is this? she thought, suddenly becoming very afraid. Her eyes darted around the room but she couldn't make out anything. She was filled with panic and felt like she could scream, if the tube wasn't there, that is. She tried to make a noise, any noise, but nothing came. Why, why didn't I just die?

"Dr. Rosen, please come to the Nurse's station. Dr. Rosen to the Nurse's Station."

Her breath eased as she listened to the voice. Rosen? Nurse's Station? Am I at…

As she was trying to form her thoughts on her situation, a door opened off to her right and faintly she heard a feminine gasp. An excited sob filled the room and she heard footsteps edge in closer. The panic that had started to ease just seconds ago was rearing up again as she felt a sensation on her still sore arm. She tried to draw back but found that she was too weak to do so. "Sweetie?" a woman asked.

Although the voice sounded familiar, soothing in fact, the events that her mind kept fresh brought paranoia and she felt scared, more scared than she had been before. Even in the basement, she knew what was coming. Now, she didn't know.

"Honey, what's wrong? It's me, your mother," the woman said but by then, Kay was lost in the basement, knowing that she was going to be tortured again. Only she couldn't see the torturer or the weapon.

Kay was in a frenzy, bound to do what she had the first time; scream. Lack of water made it impossible but didn't stop her from trying. A small, guttural moan came from the back of her throat, causing her eyes to water from the pain. Her hours of previous screaming had torn several blood vessels in her throat and as she screamed at the woman, they burst. Fear had taken over her senses so she didn't feel the blood oozing in her throat. Her fingers clenched the sheets as she found herself without an escape.

"Doctor? Kevin?" the woman yelled but Kay never heard her. The woman's' voice had become another sound that her mind played over and over again without clarification.

Outside the room, Kevin stood talking with Kay's new doctor. The doctor was updating him on her condition as they both heard Lucy calling out for them. The doctor was the first to turn, spinning on his heels and then dashing into the room. The sight he was greeted with was his patient, awake and panicking. He couldn't blame her state of mind, although he never thought he'd get the chance to see it. No one in the hospital, including the patient's family, thought she was going to get out of the coma.

Kevin was the next in but the joy of Kay waking was quickly replaced with anger. Not at Kay though, but at the woman who did this to her. His daughter, who had already been through so much, now was facing terror that he had never dreamed of. He didn't know what to do, so he let his fatherly instinct take over. With inhuman speed, he raced over to her and grabbed her hand that was clutching the sheet. At first her nails dug into his skin, but then he spoke. "Kay. It's alright."

No sooner than he spoke, Kay's' heart monitor, which had been spiking, started to ease to normal. It was still high but his voice had a calming effect. Her low screaming died down and then stopped and her body wasn't as tense. The doctor went to her and checked her vitals, being careful not to scare her. "She's going to be alright, but I think we'd better get her a psychological examination to see the damage to which that woman caused her. Apparently, she's not over it." Kevin and Lucy thanked the doctor and he excused himself to get the consultation.

Kay knew that her father was there and thought the woman was her mother. Her behavior before, she supposed, was her mind playing tricks on her. Her father's voice had brought her back to a sense of sanity but she still couldn't see very well. She closed her eyes and waited until the spots in front of them disappeared. Then she opened them again, seeing the white light once more. Slowly, she blinked them open and shut until she could make out some of the features of where she was. Still weak, she used her energy to raise her arm just enough to let her hand point to her throat. She didn't know if they would get it, but she hoped they would. The blood was dripping heavier than before and she hated its taste.

"I think she's telling us something, I'll get the doctor," Lucy said and left the room, as Kay was touching the tube at her mouth.

"Kay, don't touch that. It's helping you breath. When the doctors say it's okay, they will take it out but just leave it alone," she heard her father say soothingly. She dropped her hand to her side and let her eyes focus, or try to, on him. She smiled at him to let him know that she heard him and waited.

Soon the doctor came and found out about her throat. After reviewing her lung capacity and other vitals, he took out the tube, mostly to help the healing of her throat. Her first breath hurt but after a few minutes it got easier. He had her take a medicine to soothe the pain and help her relax to the blood could clot to close the wound. To help from opening the tiny wounds up, they placed a suction tube in her mouth so she didn't have to swallow the saliva her glands were making.

She had been awake for less than a half an hour. Her body hurt like pain she'd only ever experienced in the basement. She was stiff and achy. She was connected to machines and gizmos, helping her stay alive so her weakened body wouldn't have to do it alone. And yet, she couldn't be happier. She was alive.

A/N: I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated. If any of you are still reading, than thank you and I won't disappoint. I have lots of time now and Christmas to get this done and start the final part. Thank you. Now… REVIEW!