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The floor beneath my trainers was hard and smooth- slightly gritty. Old concrete I guessed, as I was lead down a corridor of some sort. I could sense openings on one side as I passed. Smells and sounds painted the layout in my mind compensating for my ruined eyes.
Both my elbows were held tight by an orderly on either side leaving me feeling slightly off balance and panicky. I could sense their repulsion and fear towards me- I was used to it by now and it didn't hurt as it once had.
I was halted suddenly and stumbled but my escorts were holding me too tight for it to topple me. The fresh, bitter smell of charcoal and fresh linen reached me as I faced in the direction where I sensed the opening. Welcome scents after the short walk down to this point. However, I could not smell any trace of the occupant, although I knew there was one- I could sense their heat but I couldn't pick up his individual bouquet. It threw me a little. I didn't know even the slightest thing about them and that worried me. Usually the scents attached to a person denoted habits and hints at build and appearance.
I felt one elbow released as the left orderly left and moved forwards and away a little. The other elbow was held harder.
"Dontcha' try and scarper, kid. We got enough tranquillisers to down a hippo." He called; wafting me with the hot breath smell of bitter coffee that repulsed me.
I felt something move directly in front of me. The smell of linen and charcoal became much stronger. The orderly lumbered around the room in front and kicked something metal, which scraped over the stone floor with a hair-raising screech. Papers fluttering to the floor and a pencil hitting the floor. A scorning laugh.
"How many shots ya give this sonnabitch, Buck?" came coffee breaths voice.
The orderly holding me chuckled darkly.
"Enough to give our young friend here a last hour or so."
More laughter. The orderly holding me sounded like a bunged up pig.
The sweet tang of fear reached my nose. Whose fear? I was coming from within the cell. Coffee breaths? Why was he afraid of a sedated inmate? What the hell kind of person was she being put with?
I felt him return as the smell grew stronger and he seized my other elbow and threw me forwards into the cell. If there is one thing every blind person has in common is the fear of being shoved or thrown. Without sight- the first and foremost sense- a huge chunk of balance and orientation is gone.
It took me a while therefore to work out my surroundings as the door slammed behind me. Coffee behind me, heat to the left- quiet breathing. So I was still facing into the cell, it's occupant on my left.
I sensed the orderlies watching from behind. I would not show fear. That's the least I could do. I turned and raised my ruined eyes.
"Thank-you gentlemen." I said softly and civilly.
"Fucking freaks- the pair of them. Hope they finish each other off."
Dark mutterings receded until I was only hearing breathing. So this was how it all ended? To be caged with a madman..woman? What were they anyway? I could detect no scent even this close.
I turned in their direction and followed the warmth until the rails of a bed hit my knees. Kneeling next to the sound of breathing I extended a tentative hand- fingers outstretched and moved it forwards. My index fingertip came in contact with the soft tip of a nose. Fluttering the other sensitive fingertips I explored a soft cheek and cool lips, painting a basic portrait in my mind. Hooking my fingers gently under the jaw I traced it to the chin. Male definitely. The form shifts slightly beneath my fingertips and I retract them quickly jumping back instinctively.
I stay tensed to flee but the form settles again. Slowly I back away until my back comes into contact with netting- left a little. I reach the stone wall and curl up against it- far from the man. Resting my head awkwardly against the harsh twine I try and sleep, ignoring the constant screams of torment as I have trained myself to do before.