I don't know what I did to land myself here. I was simply going for a supply run in the city and headed home when the next thing I know, I'm strapped down to a hospital bed with handcuffs. There are flashes in my head. "Get out of the car" he said, so I complied. "What seems to be the problem officer?" I asked. "You were going over the speed limit. Trying to get somewhere in a hurry? Maybe trying to hide something. We're searching your car" he said. After the search he found a few things I had picked up from a local smoke shop in the city that I had used as a natural means to cope with anxiety and depression. "What the fuck is this? I knew you would end up being a dope head. Cuff her" he scowled. That's when it flashes. "Officer, let me explain! That isn't what you think it is, I swear it!" Then he threw me to the ground and whispered in my ear while his other was on guard "oh? And what do I think? Do tell me what I think, little dope head, and I'll Crack your no good skull on the cement". I started getting nervous. "It's natural oil from a shop I go to in town. It's legal in this state, non psychoactive, and helps with chronic illness. I don't see why you're putting titles to a perfectly natural thing. I'm not a dope head." He gets pissed. Looks to his deputy and nods. The deputy grabs my things out of the car then turns his back while the officer beat my head into the cement. Then he throws me against my car and tells me "why don't you just kill yourself you fucking low life? Hmm? Let me guess, you live in a Crack house in the middle of nowhere, barely any food, hole on the wall job or on welfare and your family hates you, right? Disgrace" then gets on his walky "I need backup. Suspect mid twenties threatening suicide after drug bust and...." mid sentence I screamed out then it goes dark...... Here I am. Strapped to a damn hospital bed, no idea where, with a pain in my temple, my right eye is swollen and I can't move. The door opens. "Nice of you to join us miss. My name is detective Clark, OKC department. I'm sure you don't know where you are. You're in Saint Anthony's hospital for the mentally ill. Two officers brought you in after you resisted arrest, which was two weeks ago. You've been in a coma." The amount of shock on my face must have triggered something because he continues talking "if it helps any, those two officers are under arrest. Apparently your cell phone recorded some incriminating evidence that foul play was involved. I'm guessing you didn't know it was recording?" I shook my head. I forgot my phone was in my pocket when I was pulled over. When he slammed me into my car, it must have hit the record button. Thank the technological gods! But.... wait..... I'm still handcuffed to the bed. Confused. Then the nurse walks in. "Ah, I see you're doing alright! You've been out of it for quite some time miss. Uh....." she fumbled through a folder "oh! You're probably wondering why you're here. We had to take you to surgery immediately. You've suffered some brain trauma...... so we took you into surgery. After the surgery, you were having some really bad seizures so we had to strap you to the bed. Once they stopped, we moved you up to this unit because our other care centers are unfortunately undergoing construction right now. Have no fear! You're not crazy!" She gave a dashing smile and took the cuffs off my wrists. Then she took my vitals, everything checked out and left the room. Detective Clark moves closer and sits down. "I know this may come as a shock, but you now have a metal plate in your head. As a personal safety, the government has started issuing data chips to be embedded in every civilian now. So, they decided to use current patients as a bit of a test run to see how things go. With that being said, you now have a data chip in your skull." I reached up where the pain was and sure enough, felt a little bump under the skin. "What...... what the hell does this mean?!"
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