It was perhaps the best medical care that she had received in months (if any at all). Though it could not surpass the observance of those who had been under the PROJECT’s employ, it was no less appreciated. Well—in a sense, it was. She had been disconcertingly numb for all the procedures; from the tending to her cuts and bruises, the nursing of what few cracked ribs and fractures in one leg, it was any wonder that the woman could walk at all. Speak, yes, she could have done that—but she did not.
She was as silent as the day that they had found her. Perhaps it came with the resignation that the government would undoubtedly come for her a second time; to reclaim the stolen property. Or perhaps it was the fact that, in the aftermath of such indecencies, she was attuned again to the voices. These were not the monotonous, numbed minds of scientists and doctors, stripped of their humanity. Thoughts, emotions, memories—she heard them all, a constant flow of peoples’ minds, uninhibited. Hers was a consciousness tied to all.
The voice was small, timid as it had been before. Her face had been vacant, blind eyes seemingly stuck to her bruised and fragile hands sat in her lap atop the hospital blanket.
❝Adult, male, somewhere in the mid-thirties. I could tell from your footsteps before you even talked. I thought that you had been one of them.❞
He is dead silent when he hears the small woman speak. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear come off her lips, but it most certainly wasn’t that voice. It was so small, so fragile, almost as broken as the cracks on her skin.
Instead, he grabs the chair that was sitting against he wall by the door, and drags it beside the hospital bed. He lets the terrible sound of the wooden legs dragging across the hospital floor ring through the room, and he sits down on the chair.
Ray lets out a soft sigh and nods.
“ Spot on. “ he compliments her. Not that she was looking for a compliment, he knows that her other senses would be heightened due to her blindness, nevertheless, Ray found it incredibly impressive.
“ I’m one of the good guys, “ he said, clearing his throat a little bit. He almost wanted to laugh at himself, saying that he was a good guy. In a sense, it was a dirty fucking lie. He was a terrible human being as a rule, he was awful from the inside out and he didn’t know how to be any other way.
But this wasn’t one of those cases where he had to be the bad guy. This time, he really wanted to be the good guy, he wanted to help this woman.
He clears his throat again, it’s dry because he’s so nervous, and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans.
“ Would you ----- did you with any detail in particular, or would you prefer a better prompt? “ he’s fumbling like it was his first day on the job, but he tries to pretend he’s not.
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