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PrisonerZero
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Celia startled awake. Noah? was her first thought, but on inspection of the room she found that she was alone. She trembled in fear, lost. Where am I? Her surroundings could almost be considered normal, if not for the hospital glare of the overhead lighting and lack of a window. Taking in the details of her room, she noted a dresser stood up against a blank wall, and two doors; one shut, one slightly ajar. When she tried to sit up, her head spun and spots danced in front of her eyes. Celia fell back into the bed and whimpered, confused.
At that moment, the closed door rattled and she heard the jangling of keys. Fear leaped into her throat and she drew into a ball, shaking. Who had taken her? Why was she here? She wasn't hurt... "Celia, sweetie, it's okay." She jumped at the kind voice at her ear and raised her head to see a woman dressed in white standing in the doorway. A nurse. "You gave us quite a scare for a little while, but it seems you're recovering nicely."
Celia swallowed; her mouth was dry. "Re-recovering?" Her voice was a whisper. Her nurse nodded sympathetically. "Your brother-" Celia cut across her. "Where is he? Is he okay?" The nurse smiled. "You'll see him in due time, I promise," she soothed. "But for now-" she wheeled in a cart and Celia frowned at the little cups lined up neatly on the tray. "It'll help, I promise. You can't have solid food just yet, so these are supplements to get your health up." Celia obediently swallowed them, and the nurse gave her a pat on the head and left, locking the door behind her. It was then Celia noticed the band around her wrist. Celia Gessati, it beeped at her. Mental health patient. The device gave no other information and didn't respond when she fiddled with it. Where is my brother? she wondered.
Noah groaned, his head aching. When he managed to open his eyes, all he saw for a moment was grey, before he realized the decor was just that- grey. Where's Celia? What happened? When he tried to move, his limbs wouldn't allow him to, straining but not lifting an inch from the cold metal bars protruding from his bed. Restrained, he thought. I'm restrained.
There was a terrible taste in his mouth, but he yelled anyway. "HEY! WHERE AM I?" His voice cracked halfway through, but he kept at it until a man clad in white busted in with bruises around his eyes and tape on his nose. "You're awake," he grunted. "Gonna hit me again?" He tapped a needle against his hand, and Noah knew for sure he'd been drugged. "No," he replied. "Where am I? Where's Celia?"
The man squinted at him. "You don't remember?" He shook his head. "Well, you're currently too volatile to recieve any information whatsoever about your situation. The scans said that you were stable, but I don't think they incorporated your...temper into that. My orders are to keep you in stasis for now." Noah protested and struggled, but it was no use. The man plunged the needle into the port on his arm and an ache spread through his body, numbing him. He tried to keep his eyes open-to no avail-and he felt himself go limp. Shit...
At that moment, the closed door rattled and she heard the jangling of keys. Fear leaped into her throat and she drew into a ball, shaking. Who had taken her? Why was she here? She wasn't hurt... "Celia, sweetie, it's okay." She jumped at the kind voice at her ear and raised her head to see a woman dressed in white standing in the doorway. A nurse. "You gave us quite a scare for a little while, but it seems you're recovering nicely."
Celia swallowed; her mouth was dry. "Re-recovering?" Her voice was a whisper. Her nurse nodded sympathetically. "Your brother-" Celia cut across her. "Where is he? Is he okay?" The nurse smiled. "You'll see him in due time, I promise," she soothed. "But for now-" she wheeled in a cart and Celia frowned at the little cups lined up neatly on the tray. "It'll help, I promise. You can't have solid food just yet, so these are supplements to get your health up." Celia obediently swallowed them, and the nurse gave her a pat on the head and left, locking the door behind her. It was then Celia noticed the band around her wrist. Celia Gessati, it beeped at her. Mental health patient. The device gave no other information and didn't respond when she fiddled with it. Where is my brother? she wondered.
Noah groaned, his head aching. When he managed to open his eyes, all he saw for a moment was grey, before he realized the decor was just that- grey. Where's Celia? What happened? When he tried to move, his limbs wouldn't allow him to, straining but not lifting an inch from the cold metal bars protruding from his bed. Restrained, he thought. I'm restrained.
There was a terrible taste in his mouth, but he yelled anyway. "HEY! WHERE AM I?" His voice cracked halfway through, but he kept at it until a man clad in white busted in with bruises around his eyes and tape on his nose. "You're awake," he grunted. "Gonna hit me again?" He tapped a needle against his hand, and Noah knew for sure he'd been drugged. "No," he replied. "Where am I? Where's Celia?"
The man squinted at him. "You don't remember?" He shook his head. "Well, you're currently too volatile to recieve any information whatsoever about your situation. The scans said that you were stable, but I don't think they incorporated your...temper into that. My orders are to keep you in stasis for now." Noah protested and struggled, but it was no use. The man plunged the needle into the port on his arm and an ache spread through his body, numbing him. He tried to keep his eyes open-to no avail-and he felt himself go limp. Shit...