Blood pools at your feet. It stains the walls, it collects in depressions in the floor, it dripps from your hands. You raise one of your arms, bringing the blood to your lips, and take a sip. The coppery tang tastes good, and you greedily drink down every drop. Sucking on your index finger, you look at the source. A mangled mound of flesh, vaguely humanoid, lays upon the floor, right where you left it. You leave it there for the police to find, walking out the front door with a small grin on your face. The light blinds you when you open the door, youv'e been inside a long, long time...
Daisy jerks awake, the smell of fresh, torn flesh replaced by the smell of sterilized walls and medicine. The bright fluorescent light above Daisy's bed is on, shining it's clean white light on her prone form. The bed Daisy is laying on is the simple cot given to all the patients at this facility, only half filled with low-grade cotton, but it's enough to get to sleep on. The room is painted a sterile white with some light blue stripes to make sure the color doesn't give her a headache.
The Doctor is in a chair near Daisy's bed. He's already in full regalia, with his labcoat prim and proper, a couple pens and a napkin sticking out of his pocket in a suitably doctoral fashion. The Doctor tells her not to make up words, that that only makes her condition worse, but she still uses them inside her own head.
"Miss Cooper, I belive you sent for me?"
Daisy sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She didn't remember calling The Doctor to her, and certainly not giving him permission to enter her room! She suddenly felt quite exposed in her flimsy nightdress, and she pulled the covers higher up her chest.
"I don't remember-"
"Miss Cooper, what happened yesterday?" Asked The Doctor, leaning closely over Daisy. His glasses glinted in the light, the glare obscuring everything but the lenses. They seemed to take over the room, growing larger and larger...
"Miss Cooper, there's a visitor waiting- Oh, Doctor, I didn't see you there! Please excuse the interruption, I wasn't aware-" The nurse was flustered, obviously at a loss for the proper procedures. Everyone here was into procedures. All neat and tidy. No wiggle room.
"It's no problem, Martha. I was just finishing up, anyways. Feel free to take Miss Cooper to her visitor. I'll pack up." The Doctor droned, his typical tone.
"Ah, yes... Err, Miss Cooper, if you would..." She motioned out of the door, into the hall. Then, skillfully, she turned on her heel and left. You knew your way to the visitors room, Nurse Harlem wouldn't have to guide you.
The Doctor is rifling around on your counter top, seemingly looking for something.
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Topic: Embers and Ash- Daisy's tale (Read 4444 times)