Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, which sucks, but I did make the plot myself. Mwahaha
I woke up on a cold, hard table. I looked to my side and saw an IV tube dripping. 'Oh gosh, no.' I thought. This was it. This was what I saw. I panicked and tried to get out, but nothing moved. 'Oh my gosh, I'm paralyzed!' I thought.
I heard a door open and a white coat walked in.
"I can't move! What did you do to me you freak!"
He didn't look at me. He just walked over to my table and injected something into the IV tube. Everything got fuzzy as I watched him walk over to a cabinet and take out a scalpel. Then I was out again.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER
I woke up again in pain. I looked down and saw that my shirt had been cut open, exposing everything, and there was a huge bandage across my chest. The freaks operated on me! I tried to move around again. I wasn't paralyzed this time, but I was tied down. There was nothing I could do. 'How am I supposed to get out of this one?' I thought with a groan.
Another whitecoat came into the room again. I stayed quiet; I didn't want him to put me to sleep again. He came to my side and took my pulse. He then carefully peeled the gauze off my chest and examined it. I felt so disgusting, I was laying there with my shirt wide open and this idiot was here examining me. He then rolled down my shirt half way, and left the room.
As he walked out we held his hand to his ear and said, "She's awake. She healed fast, as expected. I gave her some potassium nitrate to see if she could handle it. Okay, okay bye." Then he walked out.
'Who the hell is he talking to? And what the hell is potassium nitrate?' I thought. Then a siring pain came over me. It stung my skin and my heart started beating faster than normal. I gritted my teeth and let out a scream.
"What are you doing to me?" I cried as the sting became unbearable.
The whitecoat ran in and change my IV tube again. Immediately the pain subsided. I started to cry again. He looked at me and wrote down on his clip board. Then he turned around and walked away.
"Wait! What am I doing here?" I yelled at him.
"Nothing, just some mandatory tests." He said coldly as he kept walking away.
I sat there shivering, trying to think of what to do. I then remembered the kids. I thought of them sitting alone in the dark, cramped in a cage to small to even breathe in. I suddenly got really angry. I had to find them.
I started to thrash around, not caring about the stinging of the brand new cut on my chest. The belt holding me down became looser. I pulled one arm free and untied the rest of my body. I still had the IV in my arm. 'Crap, this will hurt.' I thought as I pulled it out.
Then the whitecoat came in to check on me. I ran up to him and punched him in the face as hard as I could. I grabbed a hospital robe on the wall and then ran out the door.
Do not fret. The next chapter is in the making. Definitely more to come, you can out on that! R&R PLEASE! Faxness will come within next 2 chapters. pinky swear :)