[Day 17] The sleeper has awakened

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Stale air, disinfectant, something earthy. It triggered a wave of nausea she had a hard time fighting back.

Then there was pain. Her head not only throbbed with her heart beat, it felt like someone had been shoving white hot needles in her skull. She lost her battle with her stomach. She was barely able to roll to her side as she vomited. She was vaguely aware that it was over the side of a bed as the bilious smell of her own sick triggered further wretching, until nothing was left, and she suffered through dry heaves as her head screamed agony at her.

The straining also made her aware of a pain, less than her head, but not unnoticeable, in the side of her neck. She pressed a shaky hand to that spot, recalling a flash of pain before waking up here, wherever here was. She looked around with eyes still watering from the pain and sickness. White walls, medical equipment, and a she was in a hospital bed. Hospital? Was she in hospital?

There were no windows. Cameras, in the upper corners of the wall she was facing, one door, also with no window. She could tell this despite the face that her head was spinning with dizziness, adding to her nausea, headache and general misery. No, this wasn’t a proper hospital.

Think, she berated herself, despite the overwhelming urge to curl into a ball of misery. She had been in the garden, laughing with Ami, Claire and Daisy. Where were they? She grabbed the rails of the hospital bed as she looked around, as the room seemed to tilt wildly, dipping then rising.

Some more dry heaves and she was able to manage to lay back down and try to be as still as possible. It was so hard to think with her head like this, and the taste of sick in her mouth. Her stomach was still rebelling.

Okay, drugs. She’d been drugged. Even a hangover never felt this bad. Now she couldn’t see Ami or Daisy running off if she’d been drugged. Claire most likely couldn’t run off if she’d wanted to. So they were most likely here, in this not-hospital as well. But they were separated.

Oh God! Claire! What would the drugs do to her baby, if she had been drugged, if she hadn’t, the additional stress…

Focus, now her inner dialog seemed to sound like the Doctor. Focus on what’s around you, and what you can do.

The door clicked, the sound of a locking mechanism, then opened. Rose made out the form of a large man outside the door, holding it open for a middle aged woman in white hospital scrubs. She had a stethoscope and a metal tray in her hands.

“Looks like you’re having a bad reaction. We’ll get that cleaned up.” The women spoke softly, but with no warmth.

“Where am I?” Rose struggled to sit upright again, and the room went into it’s spinning tilt even as her arms shook from the exertion.

“Dizziness, nausea, and most likely a headache.” The woman commented, setting the tray on a counter set against the wall. She took an old fashioned hypodermic off the tray and added enough pressure to release the air from inside, a bead of liquid forming at the top.

“What’s that? Who are you? Get away from me.” Rose managed to press against the rails of the bed. But her limbs were still shaky, and felt leaden.

“Now struggling will get you nothing but the possibility of the needle breaking.” There was a sharp jab in her arm and the fiery heat of a chemical being injected into muscle.

“What was that? Where are my friends?” Rose managed to grab the woman’s wrist as she pulled away. But she twisted free easily enough.

“You may as well rest now, till the effects wear off.” The woman set a plastic cup on a table that was built into the wall along-side the bed. “It’s water with some ice.”

With that the woman turned and left. Rose heard the click of the lock being re-engaged.

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Re: OOC W00t!

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Thirded :)