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- David -
When David woke the first thought he had was that everything was too loud, and when he opened his eyes, too bright. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly; wherever he was it was very white. "David I am glad to see you are back with us." The voice was from the man before; it cut through David’s clouded mind crystal clear. The memory of the attack rushed back, he went to move his heavy limbs; escape. He couldn't budge, his body barley responded and the leather straps that held him down were tight. His heart jumped in his chest, a beeping in the distance grew with it. "Oh now David calm down there is nothing to worry about." Somebody was touching him now, tilting his head back. He wanted to fight back but he couldn't, every inch of him felt weighed down. Something splashed across his mouth, into his nose. David almost choked as the liquid filled his throat, as he breathed in the fumes and swallowed the drink. Moments later the noises faded, the lights died and he knew he was about to go out again. Whatever the drug was, it worked fast; he tried to breathe and barley succeeded. "Good boy," his head was lowered back onto the table. He was drowning in darkness, barley staying afloat as he almost slipped into consciousness. The cold and heavy feeling vanished moments later and suddenly he was very hot, as if fire was being pumped in through his I.V.
- Samantha -
Samantha knew last night had been a bad night the moment she woke up. Her head was throbbing, her mouth tasted disgusting and she couldn't remember where she was. Opening her eyes reviled only a clean white room, bare only for the stainless steel countertops and the bed she was in. Oh dear god she was in a hospital, the thought flashed through her horrified mind. Her parents were going to kill her; had she drank too much and been rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning? Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, "Oh good morning dear," the man smiled at her. He defiantly looked like a doctor; only confirming the fact she was indeed in a hospital. "It seems Miss you over did it last night."
Samantha gulped and nodded, moving to sit up. But the effort made her stomach twist and she fell back with a groan; alright so no moving or whatever she had eaten yesterday would end up on the floor. "I...I don't understand."
The man made his way to her bedside, flipping through what looked like a chart. "Don't worry you are safe now, we got the alcohol from your system." He placed down the clipboard and began to work with her I.V.
Samantha watched as he pushed a needle into the tubing, wondering what it was. Moments later she suddenly felt drunk again. Unable to focus on the doctor, she let her eyes fall shut. "Wh...What?"
"Don't worry, just sleep," there was a hand on her head. It was cold, so cold. She shuddered at the caress, but she needed sleep for sure. She let her body tug her towards sleep, but no matter how much she relaxed she could not see to get fully out of reality. The so called Doctor lifted her I.V. again and shoved another needle into it. Jotting down his observations on the chart; he sat back to watch.
- Jaxon -
Jaxon woke up to the sound of a scream, or at least he thought it was a scream. The sound was gone as suddenly as it was there and he wasn't even sure he had heard it. Without a sound he opened his eyes, tilting his head and taking everything in. Wherever he was, he didn't trust it. It looked like a hospital and he never trusted hospitals. His lungs were killing him, each breath laboured, but at least he was awake and somewhat alert. "The subject is awake," the voice was coming from behind him. He shifted, turning his head to gaze the other way. It was the cop from before that stood there at his bedside. No, he corrected himself, not a cop. This man was defiantly an imposter, whoever he was it was defiantly part of his local law enforcement.
"Where am I?" He moved his fingers and toes slowly, alright so he had movement; problem was he seemed to be strapped down to whatever he was laying on. Some sort of hard bed he suspected.
"Where is not important," the man turned and ushered over a few others, whispering something to him. One of them, a skinny man, moved to the bed. Jaxon growled and swore as a gas mask was snapped over his nose and mouth; there was nothing he could do. Moments later his lungs were being filled with what he knew wasn't oxygen, the burning had begun again. Glaring at the cop, he fought the gas, fought to stay awake. But slowly his body went under, his eyes rolled back and his lashes fell down against his cheeks. Still he heard them, felt them. Moving around him, playing with his body and inserting something into his arm. Barley seconds later another drug was inserted into his I.V. and it flowed down into his body.
- Levi -
He was almost awake again, his memory even more shredded then it had been minutes? Hours? Days? Ago. He wasn't even sure how long he had been out, let alone where he was. There was no movement below him; he was at least somewhere still now. Heaviness still settled on him, it took a lot of effort to crack his eyes open. White. Lots of White. His eyes caught sight of a man, he moved just outside his line of vision. "He seems to have woken up," the voice was new to him, but he didn't like it. "Get the drugs ready, hook him up."
Levi didn't like the sound of that, drugs....He shifted and tried to raise his arms. They wouldn't move, neither would his legs. He was stuck here, unable to stop whatever they were doing. Somebody, a man by the shape of him, took his arm and inserted something. His eyes slid shut, he tried to keep them open, but whatever was running in his veins now had the same effects of the drugs from before. "Good," somebody said, the voices were getting farther and farther away. "He is ready." Another drug was inserted into the I.V.
- David -
When David woke the first thought he had was that everything was too loud, and when he opened his eyes, too bright. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly; wherever he was it was very white. "David I am glad to see you are back with us." The voice was from the man before; it cut through David’s clouded mind crystal clear. The memory of the attack rushed back, he went to move his heavy limbs; escape. He couldn't budge, his body barley responded and the leather straps that held him down were tight. His heart jumped in his chest, a beeping in the distance grew with it. "Oh now David calm down there is nothing to worry about." Somebody was touching him now, tilting his head back. He wanted to fight back but he couldn't, every inch of him felt weighed down. Something splashed across his mouth, into his nose. David almost choked as the liquid filled his throat, as he breathed in the fumes and swallowed the drink. Moments later the noises faded, the lights died and he knew he was about to go out again. Whatever the drug was, it worked fast; he tried to breathe and barley succeeded. "Good boy," his head was lowered back onto the table. He was drowning in darkness, barley staying afloat as he almost slipped into consciousness. The cold and heavy feeling vanished moments later and suddenly he was very hot, as if fire was being pumped in through his I.V.
- Samantha -
Samantha knew last night had been a bad night the moment she woke up. Her head was throbbing, her mouth tasted disgusting and she couldn't remember where she was. Opening her eyes reviled only a clean white room, bare only for the stainless steel countertops and the bed she was in. Oh dear god she was in a hospital, the thought flashed through her horrified mind. Her parents were going to kill her; had she drank too much and been rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning? Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, "Oh good morning dear," the man smiled at her. He defiantly looked like a doctor; only confirming the fact she was indeed in a hospital. "It seems Miss you over did it last night."
Samantha gulped and nodded, moving to sit up. But the effort made her stomach twist and she fell back with a groan; alright so no moving or whatever she had eaten yesterday would end up on the floor. "I...I don't understand."
The man made his way to her bedside, flipping through what looked like a chart. "Don't worry you are safe now, we got the alcohol from your system." He placed down the clipboard and began to work with her I.V.
Samantha watched as he pushed a needle into the tubing, wondering what it was. Moments later she suddenly felt drunk again. Unable to focus on the doctor, she let her eyes fall shut. "Wh...What?"
"Don't worry, just sleep," there was a hand on her head. It was cold, so cold. She shuddered at the caress, but she needed sleep for sure. She let her body tug her towards sleep, but no matter how much she relaxed she could not see to get fully out of reality. The so called Doctor lifted her I.V. again and shoved another needle into it. Jotting down his observations on the chart; he sat back to watch.
- Jaxon -
Jaxon woke up to the sound of a scream, or at least he thought it was a scream. The sound was gone as suddenly as it was there and he wasn't even sure he had heard it. Without a sound he opened his eyes, tilting his head and taking everything in. Wherever he was, he didn't trust it. It looked like a hospital and he never trusted hospitals. His lungs were killing him, each breath laboured, but at least he was awake and somewhat alert. "The subject is awake," the voice was coming from behind him. He shifted, turning his head to gaze the other way. It was the cop from before that stood there at his bedside. No, he corrected himself, not a cop. This man was defiantly an imposter, whoever he was it was defiantly part of his local law enforcement.
"Where am I?" He moved his fingers and toes slowly, alright so he had movement; problem was he seemed to be strapped down to whatever he was laying on. Some sort of hard bed he suspected.
"Where is not important," the man turned and ushered over a few others, whispering something to him. One of them, a skinny man, moved to the bed. Jaxon growled and swore as a gas mask was snapped over his nose and mouth; there was nothing he could do. Moments later his lungs were being filled with what he knew wasn't oxygen, the burning had begun again. Glaring at the cop, he fought the gas, fought to stay awake. But slowly his body went under, his eyes rolled back and his lashes fell down against his cheeks. Still he heard them, felt them. Moving around him, playing with his body and inserting something into his arm. Barley seconds later another drug was inserted into his I.V. and it flowed down into his body.
- Levi -
He was almost awake again, his memory even more shredded then it had been minutes? Hours? Days? Ago. He wasn't even sure how long he had been out, let alone where he was. There was no movement below him; he was at least somewhere still now. Heaviness still settled on him, it took a lot of effort to crack his eyes open. White. Lots of White. His eyes caught sight of a man, he moved just outside his line of vision. "He seems to have woken up," the voice was new to him, but he didn't like it. "Get the drugs ready, hook him up."
Levi didn't like the sound of that, drugs....He shifted and tried to raise his arms. They wouldn't move, neither would his legs. He was stuck here, unable to stop whatever they were doing. Somebody, a man by the shape of him, took his arm and inserted something. His eyes slid shut, he tried to keep them open, but whatever was running in his veins now had the same effects of the drugs from before. "Good," somebody said, the voices were getting farther and farther away. "He is ready." Another drug was inserted into the I.V.

















