Chapter 59

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                                                                  ~jordan~

My heart threatens to beat right out of my chest. I stare at the ceiling and breath. Once. Twice. Three times.

It's freezing in here. My teeth chatter, my hands shake. The beeps above my head grow louder and louder.

"Try and relax, Jordan." The anesthesiologist leans over me, her face and head covered by a mask and blue hat thing. There's too much blue in this operating room.

"I thiiiink thaaaat stuff you gaaaave me wore...off," I say hoping she can understand me through the chattering and shake of my voice.

"Fast metabolism." Her eyes smile down at me. Everyone here is nice but that doesn't make this any easier. "You're lucky."

I lift my head and catch site of a clock on the wall at the same time the anesthesiologist pushes a syringe full of something into my IV.

The time on the clock is the last thing I remember.

***

"Jordan, I'm going to need you to keep that on," a warm female voice says.

My eyes are closed but still I swat at the object pinching my finger, beeping every few seconds. My hand is shifted away from the finger pinching thing by someone. I switch to tugging at the object sitting in my nostrils.

"You're gonna give me trouble for the next two hours aren't you?"

I finally pry my eyes open and take in the tiny space my wheeled bed has been shoved in. I could reach out and touch the curtains on either sides of me. "Two hours until I go home?"

"Until you're out of the recovery area," the nurse says to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Pinched," I tell her lifting my finger. "And thirsty."

"We'll try a sip of water in an hour or so."

"An hour?" I repeat. My throat is so dry and scratchy it's hard to talk. "Is this solitary confinement?"

She laughs. "How is your pain?"

The second she brings this up, I become aware of the throbbing coming from somewhere in my midsection. "Something hurts...I think."

She pushes something into my IV and I immediately feel warm all over. My thoughts get fuzzy around the edges. Time moves in fast then slow intervals. After several hours, I get restless, needing to see someone familiar. How long has it been? What if I've been taken to some alien mothership and months have past while my body was preserved in ice?

I have to assume the worst. Prepare for it.

"Where are you taking me?" I demand when a guy comes into my curtained room and starts wheeling my bed toward a large elevator. "I didn't authorize any moving."

"Just taking you back to your room," he says.

Yeah right.

Inside the elevator, I glance around, looking for a way out of this bed. I'd have to grab the IV bag and take it with me since we're connected. At least they finally took the oxygen things out of my nose. But the finger pincher hasn't gone anywhere. I glare down at it.

The elevator doors open, but all I can really see is the ceiling going by.

We reach the end of a long hallway and the bed turns sharply. Before I can shout for help or escape, I'm looking at a familiar sight. Curled up in the chair in the corner of my hospital room.

Karen.

She rubs her eyes like she'd dozed off, but smiles when she sees me. "You survived."

I lean my head back against the pillow and sigh with relief. "Apparently."  

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