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Wake up... Wake up... Atsuko... You're in danger... Danger... Atsuko...
The soft, tiny voice whispered into the ear of the sleeping female. Blonde tresses hung like a soft curtain over the unconscious female's face. Her breathing had slowed to accommodate the drop in heart rate that the drugs had brought on. Still the tiny voice persisted at her ear. Sluggishly, blue eyes struggled against the weight of sleep and drugs to open. A blurry white tiled floor came in and out of focus. Her carpet was gone. Oh no... was she having another one of those weird walker movements? When she saw through the eyes of an animal in her sleep?
Atsuko... you must... wake up... wake up...
An indistinguishable sound rumbled from her throat, which was incredibly parched. Her tongue felt heavy as led in her mouth. She had never experienced such extreme cotton mouth. I bet my breath is bad enough to kill a goat, she thought to herself idly as she tried to lift her head and coax her eyelids fully apart. As her senses began to return, she felt the familiar presence of body-temperature metal. Rolling her head to one side, she managed to pry her left eye open far enough to get a look at one of her arms. Was she wearing silver bangles? Why was she sitting slumped over in a chair?
After a breath or two of trying to go back to sleep, she slowly lifted her head until it fell backwards on it's own. It felt heavy, like it was full of sand. Blurry eyes search the ceiling where overhead fluorescent lights winked and hummed at her. A particular black dot just within her line of sight swayed just lightly over her unfocused gaze.
Atsuko... open your eyes...
She groaned softly, allowing her head to continue to hang limply over the back of the chair. As her eyes began to adjust, she could just make out the tiny spider that hung just inches from her face. She hadn't even fully registered what it was before a door somewhere in the room came open. It took all of her strength to lift her head again and peer over at the doorway. A slender figure appeared, framed by two larger ones. "Good. She's awake. Bring her. The others are already in transport."
Her lips were a desert, rough against each other as they cracked to formulate a protest. No words came. What's happening? Confused blue eyes watched in a detached fascination as the large guard approached her to undo the cuffs that decorated her arms and legs. Such weird bangles... After he was finished, a meaty hand was held out to her. "Can you walk?" She nearly laughed at him, but she only manged a lazy smile. "Alright then." Air rushed by her as her slender frame was lifted into muscled arms. She wasn't carried very far before she was placed down into a wheelchair.
She idly watched as the lights blurred past her on her way to wherever she was going. It seemed the destination would be a room set up like something off of Law & Order. Cat like in her lazy, drug-induced manner, she looked up to the guard as he lifted her frail form once again and sat her down next to a jittery looking girl dressed in a paper gown. Atsuko could see her vibrating, humming with life and nerves, but she still seemed so unreal.
As she stared blankly at Miyako, her cuffs were replaced onto her limp wrists. Slowly her attention shifted to the two empty chairs, then the guard, then the screen, and finally the cuffs on her wrists. She was in a paper gown, too. Damn. With concentration, she pushed the pink of her tongue past her chapped lips to wet them. Her surveillance of the room indicated there was only one way out that didn't require a smaller form and climbing. Without word she continued to blankly stare, this time at the screen, as though waiting for something. The girl at her side didn't seem to bother her. If anything, she seemed calmer with a fellow heartbeat nearby.