GWENETH
I wake up with a terrible headache and instantly tried sitting up. It was so damn hard that I was starting to think that I am paralyzed. "You are finally awake." I hear someone say, the feminine voice cutting through the fog of panic that was starting to form from waking up to finding myself in a different place. I look around and notice that I was in the infirmary.
How had I gotten here? Wasn't I in a restroom stall?
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" She asked, coming into my line of sight. That concern is professional, not out of human feelings or whatever. The people here do not have any humane qualities at all.
I force myself into a sitting position, not giving her an answer. I squeeze my eyes shut when she suddenly shines a torch on one of them. She examines me, randomly touching my arms and legs and inspecting them. The sudden touch made me initially flinch, but she didn't care about that and continued her inspection of me.
