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#Hospital – August 15, 2015
Leah would find herself waking up back in her room, likely awoken by the sharp ray of morning sunlight glaring through the window. It takes only a moment for the sun to pass behind a building on the other side of the street. She is hooked up to a monitor that is attached to her via several small nodes. It is likely her body would feel just a bit unfamiliar, which one might expect of course. If she were to look down she'd be able to see (Tyranniac)
several professionally sealed cuts in her legs - which look just a little bit bulkier than they did before. (Tyranniac)
Leah groans and uses her hands to push herself up in bed a bit. She quickly feels around until she finds the controls to sit up the bed. It takes her a few moments before she even begins to realize what has happened but when it sets in, she immediately pulls her covers away and reaches down to pinch her thigh, hoping for any sort of sensation.
Sensation is fully restored - although the tissue of her thigh feels different, not quite as soft. (Tyranniac)
Leah winces a bit, but her pained expression is immediately replaced by a wide grin. She pinches her leg a few more times and then moves on to the other leg, repeating the painfully blissful process. "It worked!" she says to herself, "It fucking worked!" She attempts to lift her legs off the bed.
Leah doesn't seem too phased by the unfamiliar feel. Feeling at all is good enough for her. As soon as the messages begin to pop up and scroll across her eye, she instinctively reaches up and touches her face. "What the fu-... What's going on!?" she asks out loud as she looks around the room, hoping for someone that can explain what's going on.
Leah furrows her brow and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She's not ballsy enough to just hop onto her new feet, but she slowly lowers them to the ground, getting a feel for things. "Who is this? I think a mistake was made! I never asked for this!" she says as panic begins to set into her voice.
Leah grips the edge of the hospital bed tightly as the word 'punished' scrolls across her eye. "Punished? Who the fuck are you and what have you done to me!?" she says. She's not shouting, but her tone is decidedly uncalm.
Leah convulses in place as the pain shoots through her body, sending her forward and onto her newly minted knees. Great time to get feeling back. She manages to get her hands out in front of her to prevent her from faceplanting. Her hair falls over her face as she remains on all fours right beside the bed. "Who. Are. You." she says through gritted teeth, attempting to sound 'calm' although
Leah clenches a fist and slams it against the ground. "I don't even know-..." she begins, but quickly stops herself and sucks in some air, attempting to calm herself down. She begins again, speaking much lower and quieter. "I don't know what you want from me. Just-... please. What is this about? I can't-... do whatever it is you need me to do if I can't ask questions, right?" she pleads.
Leah lowers her head closer to the ground and closes her eyes. "Stand by...? What does that mean!? Stand by for what!? If this is about the spine, you can have it back! I was told it wouldn't cost me anything!"
Leah clenches her teeth together tightly as her frustration just deepens. "Mission? What. Mission? What do you want from me?"
Leah grips the edge of the bed and pulls herself to her feet. She's a bit shaky, definitely more extreme than breaking in a new pair of shoes, but she manages to work her way around the room, using handholds for help, and finds her clothes. "If you chose me, then that means you need me. So stop with the fucking threats." she barks as she begins to change back into her pre-operation
clothes. "If you think I won't rip this eyeball out and stomp it into the ground with the heel of my boot, you've got another thing coming...." she mutters.
Leah bites down hard as she begins tying her boots, "Can't imagine this tech is cheap. A lot to invest into someone that's disposable." She shrugs on her jacket and exits the room. As she continues down the halls, she remains close to the wall, placing a hand against it every now and then as she slowly makes her way to the lobby.
The hospital is fairly calm. She only meets one nurse which hurries down the hallway towards a patient's room. In the lobby a woman is waiting with a child 8 years or so of age, seated in the chairs. (Tyranniac)
Leah eyes everyone as she continues towards the doors. An overwhelming feeling of being watched has overcome her. As she nears the front doors of the hospital, she catches a glimpse of her own reflection and pauses. She raises her hand and flips her reflection off before proceeding through the doors with some small, miniscule amount of her pride maintained.