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~Verena Poldark~
*As French is used by this character frequently, I have provided translations at the bottom of every post, indicated by the asterisks
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*As French is used by this character frequently, I have provided translations at the bottom of every post, indicated by the asterisks
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A bright light surrounds me. Although my eyes are not open, I can feel its warmth, see it through my closed lids. It seems to be getting brighter and brighter, I think, as the light becomes gradually becomes blinding even though my eyes are closed. I squint, trying to block it out, when I notice the heat. What was once a comforting warmth is now burning, licking at my exposed flesh as I scream in pain. I cry for help, but hear no answer. A wail can be heard in the distance, but I don't want to open my eyes to look for the source. I'm afraid at what I might find.
Suddenly, the pain stops. The light fades, the pain dulls to nothingness and I'm left lying in the dark. A new sensation replaces the torturous heat, my skin prickling with goosebumps as I realize I'm lying on a cold surface, seeming to be metallic by its smooth surface. A few moments pass, and I decide to test something. I lift up my hand, wiggle my fingers, and place it back on the surface gently. I repeat with the other hand, then with my legs and ankles. Everything seems to be working alright, I think. Maybe it was just a dream...yes, that's it. Nothing more than a silly nightmare. Ne vous inquiétez pas vous-même. Ce ne était rien.*
Coming to this realization, I smile in relief open my eyes, seeing that I was in fact on a metal table. I was also half-naked it seemed, wearing only generic hospital patient scrubs and no shoes. I had two IV's in my arm, and a purple bracelet around my wrist. It had writing on it, but my vision was still slightly blurry, and I couldn't read the small print. Rubbing my eyes with my other hand, I turn to dangle my legs off of the edge of the table. When I opened my eyes once again and examined the other parts of my body. Funny, my skin looks paler than usual. I really need some sun. I chuckle to myself as I look at my arms, then my legs. And what I saw made me open my mouth in awe.
A large, irregular birthmark stretching all the way down the length of my leg, wrapping around my thigh and calf. It was faded, as if it had been there for a long time, and was shades of pale pink and light brown. I wracked my brain, trying to think of how I'd never noticed it before, but my memory was clouded, and to my distress I realized I couldn't remember, well, anything. Desperately, I tried to find something to cling to, a name or date or anything, but the only thing I could remember was these last few moments and the intense light from my dream. Putting my head in my hands, I tried taking deep breaths to calm down, when there was a knocking sound. Straightening out, I looked up to see the room I was in had a door, and through that door emerged a young scientist. Well, scientist wasn't the right word. He looked too young to be experienced, so an assistant perhaps? I seemed to have drifted off, as he clapped his hands and called a name.
"M-miss Verena Poldark? Will you come with me please? The doctor will see you now."
Suddenly, the pain stops. The light fades, the pain dulls to nothingness and I'm left lying in the dark. A new sensation replaces the torturous heat, my skin prickling with goosebumps as I realize I'm lying on a cold surface, seeming to be metallic by its smooth surface. A few moments pass, and I decide to test something. I lift up my hand, wiggle my fingers, and place it back on the surface gently. I repeat with the other hand, then with my legs and ankles. Everything seems to be working alright, I think. Maybe it was just a dream...yes, that's it. Nothing more than a silly nightmare. Ne vous inquiétez pas vous-même. Ce ne était rien.*
Coming to this realization, I smile in relief open my eyes, seeing that I was in fact on a metal table. I was also half-naked it seemed, wearing only generic hospital patient scrubs and no shoes. I had two IV's in my arm, and a purple bracelet around my wrist. It had writing on it, but my vision was still slightly blurry, and I couldn't read the small print. Rubbing my eyes with my other hand, I turn to dangle my legs off of the edge of the table. When I opened my eyes once again and examined the other parts of my body. Funny, my skin looks paler than usual. I really need some sun. I chuckle to myself as I look at my arms, then my legs. And what I saw made me open my mouth in awe.
A large, irregular birthmark stretching all the way down the length of my leg, wrapping around my thigh and calf. It was faded, as if it had been there for a long time, and was shades of pale pink and light brown. I wracked my brain, trying to think of how I'd never noticed it before, but my memory was clouded, and to my distress I realized I couldn't remember, well, anything. Desperately, I tried to find something to cling to, a name or date or anything, but the only thing I could remember was these last few moments and the intense light from my dream. Putting my head in my hands, I tried taking deep breaths to calm down, when there was a knocking sound. Straightening out, I looked up to see the room I was in had a door, and through that door emerged a young scientist. Well, scientist wasn't the right word. He looked too young to be experienced, so an assistant perhaps? I seemed to have drifted off, as he clapped his hands and called a name.
"M-miss Verena Poldark? Will you come with me please? The doctor will see you now."
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*Ne vous inquiétez pas vous-même. Ce ne était rien. = Don't worry yourself. It was nothing.
*Ne vous inquiétez pas vous-même. Ce ne était rien. = Don't worry yourself. It was nothing.