Desolation

Chapter Six

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I am laying down on a hard bed. Bright white fluorescent lights shine from the ceiling, not helping the dull throbbing in my head. I feel lightheaded and dazed, as if I have just woken up from a deep sleep. Suddenly, someone is leaning over me, wearing a surgical mask and a white lab coat.

"Hello?" I say, my voice ragged.

The person doesn't respond and continues to scrutinize me with dark, beady eyes. Suddenly, another person appears, also wearing a mask and lab coat.

"She's ready to be put out," one of them says in a muffled voice.

"What do you mean?" I ask, panic rising in my voice.

All of a sudden, I see a long, sharp needle coming right towards me. Coming closer and closer towards my neck until...

"AHHH!"

I wake with a start, jolting up. I am panting, and Ian is staring at me.

"What the hell just happened?" he asks.

"Bad dream," I respond quickly.

He nods, still looking at me.

"It felt so real, I almost thought that..."

No, it couldn't have been a memory. I still can't remember anything except my name.

"What was it about?" he asks.

"I...I was on this bed, in some sort of hospital room or something. And...there were these two doctors. And then..."

"Then what?" Ian asks, looking at me intently.

"They...injected a needle into my neck," I immediately reach up and rub my neck, cringing at the thought of a needle stabbing into it.

Ian is silent for a moment, thinking. By the look of the dim, hazy grey sky, it is just about dawn. Turning around, I see that all of the others are still sleeping.

"Do you think that's it's a memory?" Ian asks.

"I thought it might be, just because of how real it felt. But I guess I can never be sure," I say.

A few moments later, I ask him if he slept at all. He says no. I tell him that he should get some sleep, and he says no again. Well, at least I can say that I tried to help him.

I lay there for another hour or so, until it's morning. Thankfully today the sun is not beating down on us. The sky is filled with dark, ominous looking clouds. I pray that it will rain because rain means fresh water.

I turn around and see that the others have just woken up. I see Tristan look around, then spot me down by the water with Ian. I can't tell, but I almost see a look of jealousy flint across Tristan's face for a moment when he looks at us.

"We should probably go back to them," I say.

"Why?" Ian asks.

"Because, we can't just sit here excluded from everyone else. We all have to figure out what to do together."

He sighs, then stands up, stretching. When he stretches, his T-shirt lifts up, revealing his rock-hard, perfectly toned abs. I find myself staring at them, then I quickly look away, blushing.

"What?" he asks when he sees me turn away.

"Nothing. C'mon let's go," I blurt out.

When I stand up, I immediately feel dizzy and a wave of nausea passes over me. It must be the lack of sleep and dehydration combined that is making me feel like I got hit by a bus.