Levi's POV:1st Person
I was use to waking up alert, and well rested in my room, to the sound of my alarm clock, that I have thrown so many times against the wall it was amazing it still worked. However, this time felt different. I opened my eyes, and everything looked blurry and too bright. I couldn't focus, even blinking my eyes trying to clear them, proved to not work. I shivered slightly. I was cold. 'I hate waking up cold.' I thought groggily. I lifted my hand up in front of my eyes trying to block the too bright, blinding lights that pierced my vision. That seemed to help a bit. My eyesight was beginning to clear up, and things were beginning to take shape. My brain still felt like jelly though. My limbs felt numb too, with pins and needles running through them, like they had been asleep.
As the fog in my brain began to clear, it seemed my hearing had decided to come back. I could faintly make out a beeping noise, but it didn't sound like my alarm clock. Looking at the hand shielding my eyes, I could see a clip connect to one of my fingers. This confused me. The wall beyond my hand was too white and clean. Unlike my bedrooms.
'This isn't my room.' My brain finally concluded. Good job brain. Now lets see if we can figure out where we are.
I tried to sit up, fumbling at first, like every muscle in my body was asleep. I was in a white gown, with wired attached to my chest, it felt like they helped restricted my movements even more. The wires all lead to a machine, that stood beside my bed, even the clip on my finger was connected to it. 'Monitoring my vitals?' I concluded. 'Maybe?' Blankets covered my lower half of my torso. This all reminded me vaguely of a hospital. 'Am I in a hospital?'
I began to panic. Why was I in a hospital? I had to take a few minutes to calm my breathing. Trying not to tire myself out further. I felt so tired and I had just woken up.
Being drowsy, and my muscles still tingling with pin and needles, I decided to stay in the bed and observe more of my surroundings. I was willing my body and mind to wake up, so I could recall why I was here. I glanced around the room noticing that it was nearly empty. The walls, the floor, and the furniture; Everything was blistering white.
A bookshelf was placed against the wall to my right. Across from me was an ivory white couch with a digital clock above it. The angry red numbers on it drew my attention.
23:21:46
It was counting down. 'Why is a clock counting down?' I was awake enough to conclude that it was not a normal clock. It had a place for hours, minutes, and seconds. I noted to keep track of the time. The time had to be important somehow. On the far wall from the bed stood what looked like was a cabinet, that had twelve drawers, all were numbered. Each with their own lock.
There were two doors that were in the room. One was located beside the cabinet. It was an ordinary white door, with a silver knob. The second was directly in front of the bed. It looked like the type of door, one would think to find in a psycho ward. There was a small barred window at head level. The doorknob was nonexistent. A small key card slot in the wall beside it with a small red blinking light. The worst thing about how strange this room felt, was the giant mirror, that filled the wall to my left. It was the kind of mirror, a person would expect to see in a dance studio or something, only without the railing.
I looked into my own green eyes, despite feeling tired, they were also filled with fear and confusion. My right eye had a dark bruise around it. My blonde hair was a mess, too. 'What happened to me last night?' Everything was so fuzzy, when I tried to think back on it.
I decided to try and take it slow, as I tried to get out of bed, taking great care to make sure my footing was sure, after all my muscles still felt like they had pins and needles. I looked and the clock again.
It read, 23:01:35.
I was shocked, a whole hour had gone by. Was my brain on slow mode or something?! It had taken me a whole hour to get myself standing upright. At least my head was clearer now.
My head snapped to door with the barred window. Shuffling footstep noises and hushed murmurs, outside the room caught my attention. They were getting closer to the door with no handle.
""Hold him tight!" A deep voice shouted from the other side of the hall. Multiple grunts were heard shortly after. A couple of heads of hair flashed in the barred window.
I stood unsteadily beside the bed, gripping the railing in anticipation, and fear. 'Are they going to come in here?!'
A beep could be heard on the outside of the door. The red light on the key card scan flashed to green for a moment. The door was opened instantly. Five men in white security uniforms shoved another guy inside the room, then just as fast, slammed the door shut behind him. The latch made a sickening clicking noise. The little light turned red again. God, I hope this isn't a psycho ward. Then it hit me. I am stuck in this room with this guy who may or may not be crazy.
I stood as still as I could, rooted to the side of the bed, observing my new roommate. After a few moments my eyes flickered to the clock again, then back the new guy.
22:58:23.
I tried to get my eyes to clear up more, so I could get a good look at the guy, who had moved to having one knee on the floor, still catching his breath, from the obvious struggle he had put up in the hall. He was taller than me. He had short dark brown hair, eyes that were the same color as his hair, with dark circles under them. It looked like he hadn't slept in years. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, loose white pants, and matching slippers. I was kind of jealous that they gave this guy shirts and pants to wear. They had put me in a hospital gown, thankfully one that did not have an open back.
As if sensing my stare, he lifted his head and locked eyes with me, for a brief moment. My hand tightened on the bed railing, at having been caught staring, but I couldn't help it, I was curious about my new roommate. I also wanted to know if he was crazy or not. He didn't look crazy. It had sounded like he put up quite a fight out in the hallway, when those guys in white threw him into the room. The guy scoffed, averting his gaze instantly, as if I was just an annoyance. He turned to the door, his back to me, running his hands all over it, as if it was going to open magically.
I had so many questions to as him. Maybe he knew what was going on. I mean the guy seemed to know, seeing how he was examining the door. He had also seen what was outside the door. I looked to the clock again. 22:55:02. That clock was counting down for a reason, too. I needed answers. "Do you know where we are?" I asked, my voice coming out rather soft, and groggy.
The guy's whipped his head around to face me, with a narrowed gaze. "What's your name?" His asked, ignoring my question. His voice was rough.
I tried to clear my throat, to get rid of the grogginess in my voice. Standing was still dizzying. I place my had on the wall, to further steady myself. "….Levi."
The guy turned his gaze to the mirror wall, as he slowly made his way to the too white couch. "Well, Levi, seeing that you have a IV in your arm, I'm going to assume you were and still are being drugged. You have know idea what's going on here." He stated. Fixing me with his narrowed gaze again.
My eyes went wide. 'Why hadn't I thought of that?!' It would explain why it was taking me so long to fully wake up, and why my muscles felt like dead weight. I looked at my arm that had the IV needle in it, and followed the tubes attached to it to the IV bag that hung so innocently near the heart monitor. The was why my vitals were being monitored, too. It was dangerous how they were sedating me. I quickly yanked the IV out if my arm, and the wires connected to the monitor off my chest. Slightly wobbling, as I did it. I looked back to the clock. 22:49:45. I had, had that IV in me since I had woken up, for the last hour, feeding me some sort of sedative to keep me from being full aware. I mentally berated myself for being so stupid, as I place my hand over the puncture wound the IV left, to keep it from bleeding.
I really wanted to sit down, but not back on the bed, against my instincts telling me not to, I decided to take a chance and walked to the couch, where my strange roommate sat. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I approached him, cautiously. "Do you know what's going on? Where are we?" I asked. The guy seemed to be ignoring me. So I reached out my hand, to tap him on the shoulder.
Before my hand even made contact, he guys eyes turned to meet mine once again, with a look of annoyance, clear in them, causing me to move away from him. His eyes flickered from mine to behind me.
I turned my head around to see that he was motioning toward the mirror wall. 'Why? Is there something special about it?' This confused me.
As I was turning to look at him once again, the guy surprised me by grabbing the back of my neck roughly, pulling me close. I stiffened instantly, as surprise and fear seemed to pulse through me. He turned to fully face me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His actions caused me to panic, and struggle, trying to push him off.
"Stop it!" He growled, menacingly, in my ear.
I instantly froze, my hands on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Even in my short attempt of a struggle. It was like he had an iron grip in that one hand on my neck.
"That is a two way mirror," His breath, ghosted across my skin. I shivered, fear creeping through my very being. "We're being studied. Just go sit down and don't do anything stupid." He roughly pushed me away, and started looking around the room some more.
The fear I was feeling seemed to intensify the longer I was in this room. Even more, now that I realized my roommate knew what was going on and not willing to share. His aura, didn't help either. My instinct for fight or flight seem to spike for some reason around him. For the first time in my life I could successfully recognize what fear and confusion and helplessness felt like. And I did not like the feeling. Not knowing what else to do I decided to follow his instructions, and for the moment forgive his rude and odd behavior.
TBC
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