~Verena Poldark~ *As French is used by this character frequently, I have provided translations at the bottom of every post, indicated by the asterisks • • • • • • • 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." • • • • • • • *Ne vous inquiétez pas vous-même. Ce ne était rien. = Don't worry yourself. It was nothing.