Untitled (Continued)
As the Doctor left the
office he passed right beside the young girl bumping into her on his way out. She
gave him a cute scrunch of her nose. It was meant to be angry but it had the opposite
effect. It made Annie chuckle under her breath. There was a small moment in
which the two just stared at each other. Curious expressions were on both of
their faces and it lasted a few minutes until the girl started walking toward
Annie. All but one of the nurses had left the room, Annie personal nurse was the
one who remained. She had a stern face and was always frowning at Annie for
some reason. The nurse motioned for her to get up and follow her out to her
room. After her weekly check- ups Annie usually returned to her room where she
read or slept. Never anything more. She liked reading though; it was her
favorite pass time (despite the fact that it was her only pass time). She
thought that she could remember reading before she was brought here, but as
always those memories faded into the cloud of her mind and vanished with all
the other things she wished she could hold onto. Today was no different. She
got up and walked toward the extended arm of her blatantly board nurse. As they
headed out, the nurse in front and Annie behind, part of her mind wondered if
the little girl would follow them. She did. The three women navigated the halls
with ease. Even the little girl seemed to know where she was going. This didn’t
make any sense though; the girl had never been to Annie’s room. She didn’t even
know her. There was something about that girl, however, that suggested she did
know Annie. It was eerie and uncomfortable but it made Annie want to talk to
her more, to figure out how or if she knew her. This girl, however strange she
was, gave Annie hope. If they knew each other maybe she knew her family outside this
place. Maybe she was even part of her past. This prospect was exciting and
scary all at the same time. There was a chance that her past was painful. Or
it could have been wonderful. Annie just didn't know.
.....
"Savanna. The
pretty girl at the burger place. Her name is Savanna." "She doesn't know your name
either. Ethan... It's Ethan."
He could not get the words out of his head. Ethan Hayes walked through the halls, his clipboard and pen in hand. He was due in the lab again for an analysis of the patients brain activity during the check up. They always did this and always came up with the same results. Testing had concluded that the patient was sane, but the incident where she'd seen the little girl in the corner was troubling. Ethan knew all of this as he walked down the hall. These were the things he knew he should be thinking about. But he couldn't focus on them for more than a minute before his mind went back to her voice and her eyes as she read his mind. She was trapped. She had appeared as if she wanted to stop when she'd spoken to him, but he wasn't certain that she could. When the nurses and scientist were first hired they were required to take several classes and read a few memo's about not getting attached to the patients. He was very well trained to be detached and aloof when it came to the people they used for experiments. He forgot all of that the second he saw her tired eyes and her sad voice. She did not want to be here.
One thing their supervisors were quick to assure them of was that the patients were not here unwillingly. Most of the patients were orphans or abandoned. This one was no different. She probably had no where to go. She was most likely adopted by one of the scientists. That was what they did in some cases. Adopted the child then brought them here. Ethan had a growing desire to see the girl again. To hear about her situation. See if she had any family. There was no legal reason she couldn't leave. The supervisors would throw a fit though, after all the money they'd invested in her. He knew it was wishful thinking... she was just another orphan. He still hoped for her, however.
-KC-
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