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by Faithy on Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:43 pm
Eight months had passed since Faithās REM went off the grid. However, the hopeful doctors soon learned that it was a fluke and their exotic patient remained comatose. Nothing they did seemed to change her status and after having a massive meeting, the lab workers were told that it was time to cut her lifeline. Even though they knew she would die the moment that happened, it was just too costly to keep the warrior alive. So, with a heavy heart the group that had been with her since day one, prepared to say her last goodbyes. The task was harder than expected for one reason or another, the fools had fallen fond of the blonde haired female. Finally the black haired man, Dr. Ray spoke, quelling the silence..
āThis seems wrong in so many ways. If only there was a way we could keep her lifeline going while trying to find a way to wake her up.ā
Each man nodded except the third that seemed to be in deep thought. It wasnāt until Dr. Leonard cleared his throat that Dr. Samson who also had black hair snapped back into reality. Silence once again ebbed throughout the room until it seemed unbearable. Without a word, Samson stepped over to the master plug that controlled everything she was still on. Letting out an anguish whine, he yanked it out of the outlet. Each man watched as the machines beeped in protest until they died, one by one. It was like they were killing one of their own family members, a crime that could never be forgiven. The once tanned face became a translucent ivory shade, the only color being the blue around her lips. Other that the light air blowing from the vent, only soft sniffling sounds could be heard coming from the distinguished doctors.
āI canāt believe after all this time, the executives are making us axe her. It has to be higher up than them. Perhaps someone found out she was here, an enemy or something. A girl like her had to have a lot of people rather pissed off at her. Then again⦠I would think she would have a lot of friends. Oh well, perhaps sheāll be happier where sheās going.
Leonard and Ray stared at Dr. Samson, in agreement. None of them were looking at Faith because it hurt too much to see such a flower slowly wilting away. The blonde hair blew slightly in the air conditioning air and even as she remained still, a rosy shade began to appear upon her cheeks. As the seconds ticked on, more color filled her face, causing the blue to totally disappear. The tips of her fingers began to flex ever so slightly, but it too went unnoted. It was as if they were in lalaland and she was in a crystal coated box. It wasnāt until she gasped for a breath, coughing harshly did they look down at her. Baby blues snapped open the moment her breathing stabilized though her vision was extremely blurred. When she realized she couldnāt move her hands or her legs, a startled cry bubbled out of her mouth. Dr. Leonard stared in shock not just at Faith but at the straps that still held her down. The question immediately popped in all of their heads. Should they let her go?
āSheās awake! We should run the tests on her now. Thereās no WAY she should have woken up! Not after her lifeline had been taken away!ā
Dr. Leonard rubbed his hands together eagerly after finally speaking his mind. The other two were obviously unsure, but since he was the senior of the group, they quickly agreed. If they expected Faith to be deaf, they were sadly mistaken. Upon hearing that, the caged warrior let out a raging scream and flexed against the shackles. She wasnāt going to be treated like this, especially not by people wearing lab coats. If they were doctors then they were about to get a surprise. She despised doctors immensely especially those that tried to do something against her will. Straining against the bands, she could feel them slowly giving way. The men however snapped into action and ran in separate ways to prepare the machines and get sedatives. It was now or never. While she began to pull against the bonds again, they suddenly unlocked and released her appendages. Blinking in shock, the young female stared at Dr. Ray. Why he was helping her didnāt make sense, but she wasnāt about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
āGo now, you donāt deserve to have this done to you. Youāve been through enough. Iāll take care of them.ā
Faith nodded her thanks and with his help, climbed off the bed she had been on forever. It took her a couple of minutes to begin walking again, but she was a rapid learner. By the time the two men realized what was happening, she had taken off out of the room and down the hallway. Realizing she couldnāt run out of the hospital in a gown, she looked for the personal items room. Jaunting quickly into the room, she searched for her attire. It didnāt take but a couple of minutes until she located her box. Stripping out of her gown, the stiff chick climbed into a red wife-beater tank, black hip-hugging jeans, black boots, and her miscellaneous accessories. Glancing in a full body mirror, she was glad to see the only visible scar she had was a hairline scar that ran a few inches from her ear down to her chin. Shaking her head slightly, she eased herself out of the room in order to actually leave the facility.
āNow to get the hell out of hereā¦ā
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