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I woke up to the smell of a hospital. You know, that clean, antiseptic scent. I opened my eyes and looked around the room I was in. Almost everything was white, the walls, the floors, the sheets, everything. Beside my bed was a tray of medical tools; scalpels, scissors, some kind of metal oval bowls.
I sat up on the bed, feeling groggy and tired. I placed my feet on the floor, trying to balance myself, but when I stood up entirely, one of my hands got held back. I turned around and realized that my hand was chained to the bed.
Then everything that happened started to dawn on me. My friends aren't safe, and neither am I. I need to get out of here.
I quickly grabbed one of the scalpels, and starte to pick the lock. I don't know how, but I can atleast try. I pushed the sharp thing inside and wiggled it around, but it didn't even budge.
"Shuck!" I screamed, throwing the scalpel towards the metal door on the other side of the room. It gave off a loud clang, probably alerting someone outside. Smart move, Nicole.
I sat down on the bed and tried to calm myself. Why would they want me anyway? Maybe it's true, that they just need to run some more tests.
The metal door started to open, Mr Janson, walking inside. "I was told you were pretty violent." He chuckled, glancing at the chain connecting me to the bed. "So I took some safety measures."
"What do you want from me? From us?" I demanded, jumping off of the bed and approaching him as far as I can before the chain holds me back. "From you? Nothing, really. I can't hurt you. But from them? Many, many things."
"What kind of things?" I asked, worried for everyone who was left behind. "Oh, Nicole, you know. You just don't remember." He smiled, getting closer to me. He clapped his hands, then two guards started to get inside.
One of them removed me from the chain, the other holding me still. "Once I'm done with you, you'll remember everything. Maybe you'll even help us." He chuckled, pulling out a syringe. "What's that? No, don't you dare come closer to me!" I screamed, kicking at the floor and trying to get away.
The guards held me still as Janson pushed the needle through my skin, and within seconds, I found myself blacking out.
"Nicole," A voice whispered. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was my mother's face. "Mom?" I moaned, sitting up from the bed. "What's going on? I feel so fucking tired." I ran a hand through my hair, noticing that it got longer.
"Worked like a charm." Janson, who was sitting on a chair, said. "What did?" I asked. "Bringing your memory back." He informed. "Of course, only the useful parts." He added.
My heart started to race. Bringing my memory back? But why will I need that?
"Mom," I pleaded, looking over to my mother. "It's okay, now come on, we have work to do." She said, holding my hand and pulling me out of the bed.
I followed her into a small room, where some of my clothes are laid on the bed. "Get dressed, we're going to leave." She ordered before shutting the door.
I looked at the garments of clothing on the bed. I know they're mine, but...they seem so not me. I shook the thought off my head and started to get dressed.
I looked in the mirror, and I looked so different than how I looked wearing the hospital gown. I was wearing a deep v-neck leather top, showing off a bit of my cleavage. Skin tight leather pants, and black boots.
Uncomfortable as I may be, I sat on the bed and waited for my mother to come back.
Minho's POV 💁🏻
"Thomas we can't leave without Nicole!" I said as we ran the hall after getting Teresa. "Where are we going to find her Minho?! I thought she was going to be with Teresa, and we looked everywhere we can!" Thomas said, his breath quickening from running and talking. I shook my head. I don't know anymore.
As we ran nearer and nearer the exit, less and less doors were showing up. All were either locked or empty, and I'm starting to lose hope in finding her.
I ran to another door I saw, but it was also locked. I kicked it hard out of frustration, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "Where the shuck are you?!" I shouted at the door.
"Minho," Newt said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, but we have to go. We're going to bloody die in here!" He said, and I know he has a point. "But if I don't find her, she'll be the one to die." I pleaded, my voice almost a whisper. Thomas showed up beside me. "Minho, she may...she may already be--" "Shut up! Shut up, just, shut up!" I screamed, pushing him out of the way.
"Minho!" Newt scolded. "We have to go. I'm sorry." He repeated, looking me in the eyes. Footsteps started to echo, and I know if we don't run right now, were going to get caught.
I made my mind. I stood up and started to run. So did everyone.
I'm sorry Nicole.
I'll come back for you, I promise.
I promise.
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