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The next day, I lay in bed, barely awake, when the door of my cell opened. I squinted and tried to make out who it was, but only managed to see two burly men come in, followed by a third figure, slimmer than the men.
"What... what's going on? " They grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and forced my arm out. The bump was still red, less inflated than before, but still criss-crossed by the angry veins. The third person pinched it, and I gasped with pain.
"This will not do." She stepped out into the hall and said to another unseen person, "Tell Smith to increase the enzyme dosage, but not overdo it. This one needs to be ready for the summit this month." She came back into the room and stared at me for a long time, a thoughtful look on her face.
"Who are you people? Why am I here?" I blurted out, unable to restrain myself. I glared at the woman.
"Patience, my dear. You shall see soon enough. For now, be content to know you're part of something big," she said, chuckling to herself. "Let's go."
She signaled to the men, who shoved me down and left. How rude. I drew myself up onto the bed again, resuming my pondering of life. Why was I being treated like a prisoner? What had I ever done to these people? The Land Rover incident? If that was it, they were overreacting.
I couldn't figure out anything from the woman's cryptic response, but I was rather pleasantly surprised to find that my next meal was more nutritional and complete. There was a decent apple, something that looked like mashed potatoes and... meat?
I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. There was a hunk of what looked like steak hiding between the potatoes and the cheese. My mouth began to water and I dug in with gusto, savoring the texture of the food. Oohh yeah, this was much better. There was more water this time, served in a newer tin cup. I almost didn't notice the aftertaste this time, my mouth was too flooded with flavor.
I relaxed back, sitting cross legged, back resting against the wall. I was more contented now, though my predicament still worried me. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew I was being jolted awake by another spasm of pain. A burning sensation started in my right arm and spread to the rest of my body, leaving me screaming and squirming with pain in its wake. I thought the pain would not go away this time. My head felt like it would burst, making my eyes tear up unconsciously.
It took longer this time for it to fade, but finally, it did, though not completely. I was left with a vivid reminder of the incident in a headache that refused to go away and worsened over time.
I didn't even try to get up this time. I lay there, sick and feverish, watching as the door hatch opened and food was shoved in. I was so weak I couldn't get up and get the food myself. Whoever brought the food stepped into the cell and left it in front of me, leaving without a word of concern or a single glance.
Night came and went, I drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling my body temperature rise with every passing heartbeat. What was the point at which there was permanent damage to body tissues? 107? I couldn't even think clearly by now. All I was able to do was moan and whimper with the pain.
I heard footsteps outside, faintly, but they did not stop at my door. I despaired and started to believe that I had been left to die, alone in a cold cell. I fell into a deep stupor, stirring only to twist as my body was racked by new pains. Finally, I lost the battle, and passed into blissfull oblivion.
The heavy steel door opened into the cell, and a group ventured in to find the girl, unconscious and feverish. Her breaths were shallow and uneven, and when one of the men peeled back her eyelid, they found the eyes had rolled back completely.
"Smith, you really overdid it this time," the woman who had been there before hissed under her breath. "I'll have your head yet, you old poisoner..."
"She's out, burning like I've never felt anyone do before and survive. Should we have the clean-up crew on standby?" One of the men with her asked, nudging the girl with his foot. His face was devoid of any feeling, and he really treated the poor girl like nothing more than a toy.
She sighed and was about to give in to her fears, when a small movement caught her eye. She smiled gleefully, like a child, and shook her head. "Everyone, out! Move it! She's still hanging in there..."
A/N: Any guesses as to what she will be? Can't have you guess afterwards, it's kinda obvious... I'll give you a clue: Shisa. If you look that up on Wikipedia, you might find it.