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I really do not know how long I was unconscious; seconds, minutes or maybe even hours. But, as I slowly started to gain conscience and my senses began to awake, my body began aching and my head started hurting. I tried to open my eyes to see where I am, but my eyelids were heavy so I tried to force them open. It took a little effort, but in the end I succeeded. At my first vision was blurry and I could only see the blackened outlines of something. But as my vision began to clear, I started to see more clearly.

White. The whole room was white and clean. I gradually became aware that I was in a bed; a strong smell of antiseptic stung my nose. As I started to sit up; I immediately felt dizzy, but somehow I pushed through it. I needed to sit up because my back ached from so much lying. I tried to speak, but my words came out as a cough.

"Easy there," a man's voice, said gently.

I turn my head in the direction where the voice was coming from, and saw a man with a strong jaw line, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white lab coat.

"Here, drink some water it will make you feel better," the man said, giving me a glass of water.

I took the glass from him and drank all. I didn't even know I was so thirsty.

"Thank you, " I said, giving the glass back to him.

"Better?" he asked.

I nodded in response.

"My name is Ron, and I'm the doctor here, " he said, and stretched his hand out toward me. "Sandra Jones," I said as I shook his hand. "Am I in the hospital?" I asked.

Ron shook his head.

"No, you're at the military base."

"Oh, ok."

Wait, what? Military base?

I looked at him. "Military base?" I said, in complete shock. "Why am I here?"

"One of our soldiers found you lying on the ground unconscious, and brought you here," Ron said. "Now, can you tell me what happened?" he asked, pulling a chair up beside my bed and sitting down.

"I'm not sure, " I said, trying to remember what happened, "I remember walking down the street, when an explosion threw me on the ground. I saw people fleeing from the streets and black GMC Topkick speeding toward me. I thought he was going to run over me."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And, then what happened?"

"He disappeared."

"The top kick disappeared?"

"Yeah, and then out of nowhere a giant black robot appeared."

"You saw a giant robot?" he asked, looking me from the corner of his eye.

"I know how that sounds; I'm not crazy; you have to believe me," I said grabbing his hand.

"Don't worry, I believe you," Ron said, covering my hand with his. "Did he say anything to you?"

"He said take a picture, it will last longer."

Ron chuckled at that. I looked him confused and he looked at me.

"Sorry about that," he said. "Then what happened?"

"I passed out."

He nodded. "Alright, thank you for telling me that," he said, getting up from the chair. "Now, if you excuse me; I have to go out for a while, but I'll be back soon."

"Ok."

"And don't even think to get up out of bed," he said sternly.

"Why?"

"You've twisted your ankle, so I had to put you a cast; but don't worry in about a month you should be able to walk normally. I'll give you crutches to use; they will help you alleviate the pain so that your ankle can heal as quickly and painlessly as possible. "

"Alright."

"I will also write you a list of exercises to do at home, " he said, as he walked out leaving me alone in the room. While Ron wasn't here I used the opportunity to look around the room more closely.

There were five hospital beds lined up against the wall with each heart-rate monitor standing beside them. On the walls were shelves full of tiny glass bottles. A small TV was hanging from the corner of the wall. At the corner of the room to the right was a metal cabinet with medical records, and next to the metal cabinet were a desk and chair. As I tried to remember as much detail as I can, I noticed that on the table was patient's file. Probably mine. I know that Ron said that I mustn't get out of bed, but I had to know what was in that file.

I pushed the sheets of me and hopped on one foot to the table; I took the file in my hand and opened it.

Alright, let's see. Name... name…. name… Ah, here it is. What kind of language is this? I thought, as I looked at the strange symbols. All of a sudden I heard footsteps.

"I'm telling you it wasn't my fault," a male voice said.

"You could have killed her," the second male voice said angrily. The footsteps become louder and louder as well as the voices.

"There are 7 billion humans on this planet. One human more or less. I don't see what the problem is," the first voice said.

"The problem is, that we don't hurt humans or did you forget it?"

"Be quiet, we are almost there" another voice said, different from the first two.

Ron? Oh my God they are coming here. I put the file down, and quickly hopped back into the bed. Just in time. The door opened and Ron entered with three men.

"These are my friends," Ron started. "Brian, Ian and Orion" he said, pointing at each of them. "This is Sandra Jones."

"Hi, " I said breathlessly.

"Why are you so out of breath?" Ron asked me, "Were you out of bed?"

"No, " I lied.

I could tell that he didn't believe me.

"Nice to meet you Miss Jones," Orion said, as he approached me. "How are you feeling?"

"Good."

He nodded. "Glad to hear that," he said.

I closely observed them. The one called Brain was an average built young man in his early twenties, but with his big blue, almost puppy like eyes, his blond hair and his gentle face features he looked much, much younger than he was. He was five feet and eight inches tall. He wore a yellow polo shirt with black stripes, and light blue jeans. And on his feet he had black combat boots. On the other hand, the one called Ian was much more masculine than Brian; his messy jet- black hair fell across his forehead making his blue eyes shine like two sapphires underneath. And, although he had a deep scar that stretched over his right eye it did not detract from his beauty. A closely cropped beard accented his strong jaw, his high cheekbones and full lips. He was six feet tall, dressed in black T-shirt with a black open jacket over it, dark blue jeans with a black belt, and black combat boots. Around his neck was a dog tag with some strange face engraved on it. He was in his 30. And last but not least Orion; he was the tallest of them all, six feet and three inches. His short brown hair with a couple of bangs fell around his blue eyes that were bordered with dark circles showing he had not been sleeping right. He was in his mid twenties, but his eyes were much, much older. How can a man so young have eyes so old, I wondered. His pasture was straight almost royal like, and he exuded with an indescribable serenity and wisdom. He wore dark blue jeans and red T-shirt and on his feet he had like the others black combat boots.

"Ron told us everything," Orion said.

"Really?"

So much for the confidentiality between doctor and patient I thought.

"Yes, and I wish to apologize."

"I don't understand," I said.

"You see, Ian is my weapon specialist and he misjudged the distance between the building and the target….."

"And, he hit the building instead of the target," I said, cutting him off.

"Correct."

"What was the target?" I asked.

"I cannot discuss that it's highly confidential."

"I understand."

"So, I decided that because of what happened, Ian will take care of you until you recover."

"Sir, I have to protest…." Ian started, but Orion cut him off.

"That's an order, " he said, turning to look at him.

The poor guy just lowered his head like a child.

"There is really no need for it," I said. "Instead, you can send him to court-martial."

"No, this is the only way for him to learn his lesson."

I looked at Ian who raised his head to look at me, and if looks could kill I would be already dead. This is not going to end well, but for whom?