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Vesta could smell. She could smell the bleach, the aerosol of linen and the stench of awful hospital food. Hospitals, plainly, sucked, and she hated them. She immediately wanted out. In her mind, she could feel herself turning to move, as if she could walk away from the smell and the hospital. Her body, however, didn’t respond quite the way she had imagined. Her arms and legs hit metal. Well son of a bitch.
“Are you trying to go somewhere pet?” Ah, she could hear too, and she could hear a man with an English accent calling a her a fucking pet? She tried to turn toward the direction of the voice only to have searing pain tear through her left side. She couldn’t scream, but the pain was enough to spring tears to her eyes and she felt the salty water run down hehr cheeks.
“Ahh pet, don’t cry. Don’t move either, its going to hurt.” She could hear the voice had gotten closer, and she was in no condition to protest as she felt large, warm fingers swipe away the tears from her cheeks. There was an odd comfort in his touch, he must have been a doctor, no one had ever touched her and made her feel safe. She opened her eyes, not that it did her any good as she couldn’t see past the thin layer of guaze. The blinding flourescnet lights overhead made the doctor look like a very big blur.
“Oh my, damnit Vesta!” at the sound of her brother’s voice, she wanted to turn and smile, but she held back, remembering what the last attempt to move did to her.
“Doc, what happened?”
“I’m not the doctor.”….
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