[Ami] Day 18: A Plan Forms
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crossing_lostrp[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.)
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.)
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[NPC Jacob] Good Cop
Date: 2006-07-23 02:15 am (UTC)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."
Re: [NPC Jacob] Good Cop
Date: 2006-07-23 02:16 am (UTC)Another beautiful morning
Date: 2006-07-25 11:26 pm (UTC)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.
[Ami] Another beautiful morning: The Hallway Beyond, Part I
Date: 2006-07-26 03:06 am (UTC)"I suppose that means you trust me enough to stay alone with me?" Ami asked.
"Well, I don't think that you'll be going feral on me again any time soon. Besides," Jacob gave her a smile, "That's why I provided breakfast. To make me less appetizing."
The door opened and Fisher's head ducked in. "Jacob, you're needed. Now."
"This place would fall apart without me," Jacob joked before exiting her cell.
When the door closed behind him, Ami stared down at her plate again. She was hungrier than she thought and went ahead and started eating. They were already pumping drugs into her, so not eating wouldn't serve any purpose. Perhaps eating would entice her metabolism to speed up and she could metabolize whatever was incapacitating her. It was a small hope, but it was hope.
Hope was all she had to hold onto until Scott and Megabyte and whomever else was part of the rescue arrived. They would come; Ami didn't doubt that. It was simply a matter of time and wondering of *when* they would come. After all, if their captors could down a couple of planes and drag people across time and space, they could certainly hide Ami – and whomever else they'd kidnapped – on a desert island for a few days.
(Provided we still are on the island.)
That line of thought was not one Ami wanted to have and she pushed it aside, shoveling eggs into her mouth with the plastic fork. (No chance of using this for anything other than arts and crafts, I suppose.) As the food entered her mouth, she noticed the door latch did not quite catch and through the crack, voices drifted.
" – not sure that's wise." That was Fisher.
"It's not your call, Fisher. It's . . . further observation."
" . . . escape once. She might . . ."
"That one learned her lesson . . . minimal . . . provide encouragement to cooperate."
" . . . the door –" And with those words, the door was pushed closed completely.
Re: [Ami] Another beautiful morning: A Familiar Face, Part II (tag Rose)
Date: 2006-07-26 03:07 am (UTC)"Good breakfast?" Jacob asked cheerily. "Well then, if you're done, let's get you to the lavatory and the shower."
"Shower?" The word slipped out before Ami could stop it. She was further confused when Jacob took her arm and removed the IV from her arm.*
"Don't get too excited. I've been assured that you've received enough medication to stop you from doing anything rash." The way that Jacob said the words told her that he didn't know what she was receiving the medication for, or what their captors thought she was capable of. (Know that I'm capable of.) "And yes, you get to use the restroom and take a shower. Then, there are some people who want to talk to you."
"Right." Though she kept her voice neutral, inside she trembled. She knew how to read between the lines and there was no doubt in her mind that talk did not mean 'talk.'
The cold floor beneath her feet and the draft that blew between her two hospital gowns coupled with the antiseptic smell and the light grip Jacob had on her arm made Ami fight back a flash of panic. The déjà vu of this moment was strong, and she knew that her hands were sweating by the time they reached the door that led to the outside hall.
"Hey," Jacob looked at her curiously intent, his voice soft enough that Ami almost believed he was sincere. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Ami answered sharply. She tried to pretend that her knees didn't want to crumble as she repeated to herself, (It's just a memory. I can do this. I'm stronger now. I'm stronger.)
The hallway outside was brightly lit and Ami instinctively squinted in the bright yellow lights. Jacob pulled her along with a gentle tug on her arm and she forced herself to look around, taking in the surroundings as best she could. It was all in the details if she wanted to get out of here.
Up ahead, another door opened and figure was ushered into the hall. Small and slight, Ami knew it to be a woman, wearing hospital gowns that had seen better days. Something brown crusted the front and the blonde hair was wild and unruly. Ami didn't have a chance to wonder whom it was because when the head lifted defiantly, Ami knew. Even with the swollen eye and bruised face, Ami recognized her friend.
"Rose!" Ami shrieked. Tugging away from Jacob's hold, Ami sprinted towards her friend. She had a goal now, a distraction and it was easy to push the phantom memories back and focus on the here and now.
"What have you bastards done to her?!"
[OOC: *Jacob unplugged the IV from the port in her arm, but I don't remember what it's called.]
[Rose] Another beautiful morning: A Familiar Face, Part II (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-07-26 06:17 pm (UTC)“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)Aww yeah! Those bastids better watch out. *cackles*
[Ami] The Morning Continues (open tag)
Date: 2006-07-27 11:10 pm (UTC)(Strong. Be strong. For Rose. For Claire. For - Oh, god, Daisy! How could they do that?)
Ami shook along with Rose, her own words whispered rapidly, "The others will rescue us, you're right. We just have to be strong. Don't worry about me, Rose, I can take care of myself. You take care of yourself."
She didn't try to cling to Rose as the guard pulled her friend away, all hard words and coldness. Ami watched them lead Rose down the corridor, and said quietly, "I hope you're getting paid very well, Jacob."
"Come on, there's a shower waiting for you," Jacob gave her arm a tug, pulling her down the corridor.
"I suppose you think you're going to get a peek? I'd rather rot in what I'm wearing first."
"That's not an option." Her arm was pulled again, this time with more force and Ami went where indicated.
Seeing Rose gave her hope . . . the rest of it, the rest of it she couldn't afford to think about right now.