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[OOC: Yes, that says Day 18. No, it is not a typo. All will become clear. Eventually. Yeah, that's the ticket.]

Forced to remain lying down, Ami eventually lapsed into sleep yet again. There wasn't much else to do in her prison after all. She assumed she was beyond the risk of danger and complications from her spinal procedure when Jacob appeared with Fisher. Jacob wheeled in a hospital tray which, judging from the smells, Ami assumed to be food.

"The prisoner isn't going to be starved, then?" Ami asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as Jacob wheeled the tray up to the bed. Fisher stayed by the door, his shifty eyes focused on Ami like he was waiting for her to sprout fangs and wings and fly for his throat at any moment.

"Why would we want to do that?" As Jacob positioned the table, Ami's eyes fell to the bandage on his wrist. She repressed a smug smile, instead focusing on the fact that the man had actually answered her.

"Why are you doing any of this?" Ami asked.

"I'm doing my job," was Jacob's simple reply. "No one here wants to hurt you." The look on her face must have said volumes regarding how much Ami believed those words, because Jacob continued earnestly, "Really. No harm will come to you if you cooperate."

"If I'm their little lab rat you mean?" She gave the meal – breakfast by the looks of it (Breakfast! Has it been that long already?) – a cursory glance and prayed that her stomach didn't growl in front of the Flunky.

"I don't know anything about that."

"Sure you don't."

"You can eat after I take your vitals."

"Why?"

"Because you need to eat. You need to keep up your strength," Jacob said. "And don't think about trying to starve yourself. There are ways of getting food and nourishment into uncooperative patients."

Ami was certain that he meant the words to be threatening and didn't realize the bits of hope and information he fed to her. The fact that they wanted her to stay alive meant she was valuable to them – whomever they were – despite her incapacitation via drugs. Drugs that she must have been slowly growing acclimated to because she didn't feel as fuzzy headed as she had before. Oh, there was still that wall barring her and her abilities, but instead of being slippery it now gave a bit and she could get a few fingerholds in it.

It would just be a matter of time until she could get more and do more. She just hoped she had the time.

Ami frowned at the meal, then the slowly inflating blood pressure cuff. "I mean taking my vitals. I'm hooked up to a million monitors, what's the point of that? Or is it personal? Want to take a go at the helpless female for biting you?"

"Doctor's orders." Jacob pressed the stethoscope to the bend in her arm, and began deflating the cuff.

"Doctor who? I am most assuredly positive that my personal physician is nowhere on this bloody island."

Jacob didn't answer until he got the measurements. "Your health care is in good hands. And I'm objective. I don't blame you for biting or fighting back. Although, I think you realize that it didn't do you a lot of good."

Ami didn't dignify that comment with an answer. With her head less fuzzy, she sized up Jacob. Medium height, stocky build with boyish charm. His mannerisms and behavior, his methods of speech and his every action stated that he was there to put her ease and keep her calm. He was the good cop. She wondered if Fisher or Mr. Nice was supposed to be Bad Cop.

(Or maybe I haven't met Bad Cop yet.)

Pushing the uncomfortable thought aside, Ami tried to figure out how to use Jacob's Good Cop persona to her advantage. If she – and her friends – were going to escape, she was going to need more information. Starting with where her friends were and the lay of the land. Her head was still cloudy enough for Ami to realize that playing subtle and stupid wasn't going to work. She was a terrible enough liar when she wasn't being held prisoner and drugged.

That was when the idea came back to her.

"Before I eat, and you leave, might I use the toilet? I notice that this hospital is lacking in in suite ameneties. I really would rather avoid the indignity of the bed pan again, and I certainly don't want *you* to see my naughty bits."

(Here's hoping that being Good Cop means pandering to my modesty.)

[NPC Jacob] Good Cop

Date: 2006-07-23 02:15 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Jacob considered the woman in the hospital bed, noting carefully how a full night's sleep had mellowed her. If he hadn't experienced first hand her ability to fight back – with teeth and claws – he might have doubted that it ever happened. The woman in the bed, poking with resignation at her breakfast, was not the same hellcat from the day before. Not that he faulted her for fighting back; Jacob imagined that he would have done the same had situations been reversed. Truth was, it probably did her some good to try the fight early on; it showed her that there really was no escape.

He should have felt bad about that, and maybe a tiny part of him did. It wasn't the tiny part that felt bad that Dharma had hired though. It was the part that did what it was told, checked his conscience at the door and collected a paycheck. He was no longer just a nurse, he was a part of the Dharma Initiative and that would mean something someday. Jacob didn't know what; the information regarding what the purpose of capturing the plane crash survivors – or even explaining some of the more rumored to be unusual arrivals of other types – was on a need to know basis. Jacob was not high enough up to need to know.

Jacob didn't know what promicin* was, only that it wasn't one of any of the enzymes he learned about in nursing school. He didn't know why Ami Jackson needed to receive a continuously monitored dose of a promicin inhibitor, and he didn't know why they continuously monitored her body for phosphates, recorded her body temperature, or any of another different tests and monitors that were performed on her. Not that he wasn't curious; he just hadn't found the opportunity yet to ask.

"You want to use the restroom?" Jacob repeated.

"If it's not too much to ask," Jackson said. She glanced up at him, then flustered and went back to picking at her breakfast. Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn't want to use the bed pan with him on hand to help.

She was pretty damn hot too and the accent didn't hurt one little bit. It couldn't hurt to play nice to her a bit, could it? Jacob might learn something about her, something the higher ups didn't want to share. (Something that might be useful and make me more useful.)

Not to mention that if she was here long enough – and she very likely would be – she might like having a friend on the inside. Especially when she finally got lonely. (Then she'll be real grateful.)

"Fisher, let's escort the lady to the restroom."

Fisher stared at him as though he'd grown a second head. "That's not protocol." Those dark, beady, creepy eyes of Fisher's darted to the security camera, his hand rising to the microphone button on his collar. "We need to clear that with Dr. Sakai."

"Fine," Jacob agreed. "You clear it with the doctor. You can also change the sheets when Miss Jackson pisses on them. Or throws the bed pan at you."

Actually, Jacob didn't put it past the woman to pull such a stunt given her antics the previous day.

Fisher wavered. Jacob ignored him and turned to the patient. "This will take some time. I'll have to unhook your monitors, but you'll have to stay attached to the IV."

"Just like having an appendix removed," Miss Jackson nodded.

Jacob had seen her chart. "You still have your appendix."

"I didn't say my appendix. I've had a few friends in the hospital – if that's what you want to try and convince me this place is – I know the routine."

"This is your ass, Walker," Fisher growled, but he didn't key the microphone. "I'm not getting in trouble for disobeying protocol."

Coming around to the side of the bed, Jacob gave the lovely Brit a smile and a wink as he began to detach her from the array of monitors, "Your objection is noted."

Another beautiful morning

Date: 2006-07-25 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Rose had been uncuffed and given breakfast, which she gave in and ate. It wasn’t as if they weren’t perfectly capable of drugging her already. Besides, when was the next chance she’d have at eating eggs and bacon? The eggs had the taste of the powdered stuff you got when the refrigerator wasn’t working (or the electric bill was unpaid), and the bacon was very salty. Tinned, she was guessing.

Her left eye was swollen almost shut now, and her teeth ached, but she ate because starving served no purpose. She had to stay alive and relatively healthy because The Doctor, and no doubt a good number of the other survivors, were coming. She didn’t doubt it for second.

They had taken her temperature, which was running a bit high. She felt just a bit feverish. That was odd. Maybe something they were giving her, as there were still the mystery injections. She discounted stress and shock. Maybe last night, or yesterday or… damn it was confusing with no sunlight or clocks. But she’d recovered, and she’d been imprisoned before.

“I noticed a lack of facilities round here. Don’t suppose I’m supposed to crouch in a corner, eh?” She spoke up when her ‘escort’ arrived to take her out of the room. Most likely for more questions, as they seemed content to poke and prod right in the room while she was cuffed to the bed.

“A lavaratory has been made available for your use.” The response was without any infliction at all.

“What? No bedpan?” Rose cocked her head to the side.

“It occurred to some that you might try to use it as a weapon, or to be rude with.”

Rose wasn’t going to argue. She’d learned her lesson about escape plans, only too well. But she wasn’t going to point that out and have them hand her a bucket.

“We’ll stop on the way to your interview.”

“Interview? Make it sound like a pleasant bit of conversation. Interrogation, you mean.” She didn’t even shake off the hand that gripped her arm. It hurt because that’s where the last one had bruised her. But by now she was just a mass of aches.

She was led outside her room, the floor cold under her bare feet.
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Rose turned at Ami’s voice.

“Ami!” She managed to wrench free of the hand holding her.

She wasn’t running away, not really. But she did meet Ami half way and embraced her friend.

“Thank God you’re alright.” Rose felt the tears well up again. “I was so worried they’d hurt you.” She kept her voice low, barely a whisper pressed to her friend’s ear. So soft they couldn’t possibly hear. “They killed Daisy. I tried to escape and they killed her in front of me as punishment. I’m so sorry. They’ll hurt you or Claire if I don’t cooperate. Don’t give up hope, yeah? The others will find us and get us out of here. They will.” She was shaking as she clung to Ami, feeling both reassured and so very afraid.

Then the goon was pulling her away. “That’s enough. No unsanctioned communication between patients.”

“You mean prisoners. I’m not fightin’ ya, but at least try to be a bit honest. Wasn’t a damn thing wrong with any of us until you came along. We’re prisoners and hostages, and no pretty little name is gonna change that.” Rose lifted her chin as the man pulled her away.

There was a brief flicker of gold light deep in her eyes, but it was gone so very quickly.

OOC glee

Date: 2006-07-26 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
There was a brief flicker of gold light deep in her eyes, but it was gone so very quickly.

Aww yeah! Those bastids better watch out. *cackles*

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