The Conspirators - Chapter 4

I slowly stir, first only seeing a blinding light. I slam my eyes shut. Then I blink a few times, and find I'm looking at a meticulously lit ceiling. I smell nasty antiseptic, and my stomach starts churning. It feels rather empty. I'm starting to think I'm in a hospital. I try sitting up, then take a glance around the room. All white. Like an insane asylum.

They're probably not far off the mark.

I keep attempting to recall the last few hours, but all I recall is going home after getting coffee after a badly beaten lacrosse game. Then a strange man, perhaps... Mr. Smith?... followed me home... that's all I can recall. I feel dizzy, then suddenly my world goes black.

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"Height?"

"Five-foot-four."

"Weight?"

"126.9 pounds." Ugh. They make me sound heavy and fat. I'm really not, I just have more muscle mass than most other girls do. By now, I've been listening to these two annoying voices conversate for about two minutes.

"Conditions?"

"Asthma and frequent headaches."

"Clusters?"

"No." I decide to start talking, and my mouth is like a desert.

"Hey, one of you two geniuses mind getting me water? Or maybe food?" I open my eyes and glance at them. A female holding a clipboard and a tall man who looks scholarly. Nurse and doctor, respectively. They look slightly startled, like I'm a zombie coming back to life.

"So you're awake." The man turns to me.

"Yup, and I don't enjoy people talking about fodder like my weight." The man motions to the woman, and she leaves, hopefully in search of a meal.

"We apologize, we figured you wouldn't wake up for at least another hour."

"I have some questions. And you'd better answer them; I'm not in the mood for a re-run of Grey's Anatomy." He looks somewhat taken aback, then straightens himself and clears his throat.

"I may have answers. Shoot." I sit up on my white bed. Better hope Tom's not visiting.

"Where am I?"

"In a hospital."

"Who are you?"

"Doctor McCleenen."

"Sounds Irish."

"Not far off."

"Where's my mother?"

"Coming down the hallway."

"And Mr. Smith?"

"With your mother."

"Can I get some food?"

"When the nurse comes back."

"That's all for now." Just as I finish, my mother comes in with my favorite recurring friend. My mother runs over and hugs me, and I return with more feeling. I don't think I've ever been happier to see her in my short, short lifetime.

"Hey mom." I say, wanting to burst out crying, except for the fact I'm pretty sure I'm so thirsty I have none. I glance at Mr. Smith, and my mother backs up. "Yo, dude." I flash him a random rapper sign. The corners of his mouth tweak up slightly. Max: 2 Smith: 0. A thought pops into my head.

"Mom? Where are Ollie and Sierra?" My two siblings. "And Dad?"

"All staying back in the house. They're safe with a few friends." I let out a sigh of relief. The nurse brings in a tray of food, and all of us eat. I'm probably the most enthusiastic about the whole thing.

I guess at this point, you can probably completely guess what's going to happen next, or not expect it at all.


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