send her pinwheeling face down to the ground. Carpet cushioned her
fall. It was a nice carpet though. Industrial-weave loom. A pleasing blend
of gray, and brown. Perfect for hiding those pesky blood splatters.
'Ok,' Renee thought 'legs aren't operational yet.' Carefully she pushed
herself into a pushup position, and her stomach and chest only gave
minor twinges of pain. Gotta love the modern miracles of science. Slowly,
she stood, careful to keep an eye on the door. After all no doctor wants
their patient breaking out of the hospital. And that was exactly what
she was going to do. She tightened the gown more around her body
and frowned as she formulated a plan. Step one, find something else
to wear. Step two, get past nurses and doctors. Step three, find
somewhere else to go. Out of all of them she decided step three was
going to be the hardest. There was no force in this world that was going
to get her to go back "home". As she got to the door, she peeked around
the corner and after a nurse passed she slipped into the hall and began
looking for a janitors closet, maybe she could find something there.
As she found a closet that had the potential of being a janitors she jiggled
the handle. Locked. She muttered darkly under her breath. So when a
door opened to the sound of a toilet flushing, she didn't move fast enough.
"Hey! You there! What are you doing out of your room?" yelled a male voice
She turned slowly like people do in horror movies. A doctor. Great. He
marched stiffly toward her his scrubs moving in that overstarched way.
"Young lady, you must return to your room at once!" he barked
She gave doe like eyes " I was just looking for a nurse, I was wondering
when food will be coming around." Innocent, she cautioned herself,
innocent will win this race. The mans face softened.
"Oh, did you just wake up?"
A nod.
"Well come with me. We'll get you fixed right up."
Bright eyes and rapid nods.
The man smiled at her "I'm Doctor Brown. Who are you?"
She smiled, " Nice to meet you, I'm Renee Dagmar."
His smile vanished suddenly a vein bulging in his neck. He grabbed
her arm and began pulling her back toward her room. "Nurse!" He
yelled as he came around to the nurses station, jolting the three
women like he had fired a gunshot at a bunch of deer.
"Yes, Dr. Brown?" the nurse who had brought Renee her pills asked.
He glared "I want to know what miss Dagmar is doing out of her room, now!"
The woman jumped as she spotted Renee for the first time. "Oh! Come
here right now Miss Dagmar." Her voice held authority in it. As Renee
tried to walk toward the nurse Dr Brown jerked on her arm, pulling
her back violently. Her eyes swam. She grimanced as her stomach
heaved and she gave a dry heave which while it didn't expel anything
it still hurt and felt as bad as if she had. Dr. Brown looked at her with disgust.
"This patient is to be sedated, and moved to a secure room."
The nurse nodded "Yes Dr. Brown, right away sir."
He nodded and said "Do so. Immediately."
Renee flinched as if she had been slapped.
'Great, just great. One second I'm the model patient with hunger pangs. Next?
Im treated like some type of psychotic nutcase.' she thought with a frown.
A nurse bustled over to her and inserted a needle into her arm and depressed
the plunger. Renee looked at her suspiciously "What did you just--oh." mumbled
Renee. Her eyes flickered softly until they closed. Apparently it was her naptime,
wasn't she the bad little girl?
A whirling noise was being played over and over again through her mind, as
for the second time she opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. Renee tried
to move but couln't even twitch her toes. Oh, where was Dorothy and Todo when
you needed them? She sighed dramatically and eyed the ceiling. White ceiling.
Again. Did anyone else sense a theme here? Her nose tingled , and she was able
to twitch it. The tinglings continued down on to her shoulders. Great. Now she could
move her head. As she opened her mouth, her jaw popped loudly. At least it was
functional. Now if only someone was kind enough to put a body part within reach of
her head. Chomp! She bit down on an invisable persons arm, imagining the satisfaction
it would bring her. Alas, it was not meant to be. The tingling continued downward arm and
upper body movement was now available to her. She leveled herself upon her elbows and
eyed her room. Taupe walls definately a theme. It was a small room a door with no handle
was across the room from her position the no handle part was not a good sign. There was
a small table and a plastic kid char by the door. She looked around and took a closer look,
three of the walls were taupe but the fourth wall which is where the door was was mirrored
lovely. One way glass. Directly in front of her position was a bathroom. Not a closet. She
could see the toilet but not through the door but through the wall itself. The glass wall, clear
glass. Grade school bathroom peaping had left someone with a very disturbing fettish.
As feeling came back to her lower body she carefully stood this time not performing a face plant
she surveyed her room carefully and narrowed her eyes as an odd scratching sound filled her
ears. Rats? Mice? No not this........place was nothing if not clean, as stearlized
as a McDonalds kitchen on health inspection day. She turned her head and saw an intercom
that was on. So that was where it came from. She angled her head. Scratch, scratch, scratch,-
pen on paper. Someone was writing outside her cell. About what? She walked away from the
door then stopped and whirled about. The noise stopped. She beared her teeth in a very
unhuman like gesture and snarled, and then opened her mouth futher and began using the
mirrored wall as an impromptue mirror to pick at an imaginary piece of food in her teeth.
Frenzied scribbling insued. Well at least she knew the subject of the note taker. She thought
back. Nope she didn't recall signing any consent forms either. She walked closer to the door
and pounded on the glass. It didn't move at all but it did resound with a loud boom with each
strike. She didn't yell if they couldn't hear her pounding then how was shouting going to help?
She tapped her foot as she waited. A long couple of minuets passed "yes?" a womans neutrally
timid voice, " I want to speak to someone in charge." Calm and collected was the way. "I'm
afraid that is not possible." Utterly polite, disgustingly so.
Renee pounded harder.
"Please don't do that. Violence never solves anything, miss." So calm almost as if she was bored.
Renee snorted.
Says who?
She turned an began walking away and then turned and slammed the wall to her side a
round house kick. A chunck of plaster flew free from the wall revealing a slab of solid
metal. Renee scratched her head and humphed.
"Please step away from the wall, miss." A male voice said in a monatone. Renee rolled
her eyes again the man sounded like the car alarm on her mothers Beamer the mechanical
voce warned to move away if by chance a person passed within six inches of it. She snorted
a laugh as even though she had been warned to stay away from the car she never had. Following
such past experience she did not step away from the wall, but instead slammed her fist into the
wall cracking even more of the plaster. A radio squacked. "Sir we are having problems with the
uhhh patient." He sounded worried now Renee smircked. Great! She had made the nice gaurd
worried now what? Suddenly she heard a banging noise then screams and gun fire. Huh, she thought
I didn't expect that reaction. The man cursed and said, "We're under attack instogating lockdown."
She raised her eyebrows since when did hospitals get attacked?