Thanks for posting! And terribly sorry I've been inactive, kind of slipped my mind. -_-
I slowly became aware of the sounds and smells around me, waking into a world where my will meant nothing and my captors took everything I owned, mind, body, and possesions. I almost wished I had never woken up.
I concluded that I was still on the examination table. My limbs ached with a dull, throbbing pain, and I had a terrible itch just behind my ear that I couldn't reach.
I heard the dull footsteps of a scientist and smelled his acrid breath as he bent over me again, like onions and sour crout. Blegh. He felt my forehead, almost a fatherly gesture, except for the fact that I was strapped to a table and these scientists had just filled me with acid. That wasn't so fatherly.
He turned away and scribbled something on a pad, then asked me brusqely, "How do you feel?"
My mouth felt like felt and my jaw muscles twinged as I opened my mouth for a stinging retort, no, that I was not alright, what had they done to me, and why was everyone standing around talking when my friends and I were clearly in pain? However, my toungue wouldn't work properly and my throat was as dry as the Sahara, so I had to lie there with my mouth open, looking rather stupid.
The man finally noticed me languishing and filled a paper Dixie cup with water from a stainless steel sink in the corner. He brought it to me, then undid the straps around my torso so I could sit up and drink. I thanked him wordlessly and gulped it down, then tried to get up.
He pushed me back down and redid the straps, saying, "Don't do that, you have to stay here until the doctor comes."
"Can't I do it off of this table? It hurts my back."
"No, sorry." The man's voice was relatively kind, but firm.
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to hate him. He had been the nicest adult I had encountered here so far, but he was still a scientist.
"Now, stay here and be good, and I'll get you something to eat." He exited the room, the lock clicking behind him. Great. Suddenly, there was a grating noise, and a girl fell out of a vent onto the floor. She hurried to my side. "Are you okay?"
I nod, and she hastily rips the straps away. I rub my arms and legs, the feeling gradually returning to them. "We have to get out of here." We both tear the straps off of the others, then freeze as the sound of more footsteps reaches our ears from the corridor outside.
Mods. Please let this through. You haven't been letting any of my POVs through for a while. Please.