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Chapter 7

I was in a hopspital bed, the bright morning light piercing my eyes, the faint smell of vomit and medicine flowing through the air. The scent alone forced me to gag.
I forced myself to sit up, leaning over the bed railing i emptied the contents of my stomach onto the faded green and white checkered tile floor.
"Good, you're awake," came a voice, familiar somehow.
I turned, the acidic taste of decaying stomach fluids still stinging in my mouth and nose.
The woman sat in the bed next to me, she held the pastly blue curtain back with perfectly manicured rose red nails. Her lips were the same color, impossibly red and she sparkled like diamonds as the light caught each creavis as she talked.
Her blue eyes sparkled like the skies at mid summers day and her aublurn rimmed oval glasses greatly complemented her fire red hair. She smiled at me as if we were making small talk in the dentists waiting room.
She looked so familiar, but i couldn't quite place her.
"You've been out for a while," she smiled but failed to cover up her business tone of voice.
"Do I know you?" I asked tiredly.
"You may have seen me on the streets, but we've never been formally introduced, I'm Tora Rec,"
She reached for my hand to shake, and i limply gave in.
"Strange name, I know," she said," whats your name?"
"Yvonne," I managed, "Yvonne Scarlet,"
The woman stared at me in wonder, her fantastically blue eyes glittering along with her lips. I laid back on the bed, the hard pillow molding to the shape of my head.
"The famous Opera singer?"
I nodded catiously as my stomach threatened me with more tasty vomit.
"The girlfriend of Scarlets own superhero?"
I nodded again. It was common knowledge, a famous celebrity, filled with royal blood and in love with the cities savior. That was me alright.
"Tell me about him," Tora pleaded.
"Whats to tell,"
Her fire red hair seemed to float up above her head the longer I hesitated.
"Anything, does he have secret hide outs? any allies? His real name? Anything,"
I shifted uncomfortably in the stiff hospital bed.
"Are you a reporter?"
She forced a laugh and smiled stiffly at me.
"No, I'm just interested,"
I still couldn't get passed how familiar she looked.
"Are you sure we haven't met before?"
"Positive, now what were you saying about Reaper?"
"You just look so familiar, you're voice sounds very familiar,"
"Please," she began sternly, the smile and cheerful disguise quickly leaving her face, " I'd like to know about him,"
"Why am I here?"
"Do you have a special phone number for him? Do you two live together?"
"What have I been admitted for?" I yelled.
In a flash, the woman appeared on my bed, her hands gripping my shoulders, crushing me into the hard bed.
"Where can I find Reaper?"
I felt vomit climbing up my throat, frantic to escape the confinement of my throat.
"Answer me," the woman demended.
She got an answer of some sort from me, though I doubt she was really demanding the rush of vomit the took the place of words. I had never seen someone recoil so fast. She glared at me from the foot of my bed, bits of puke smeared across her face and in her gorgous hair, Her mouth open with great disgust. Despite the complete sopping wet mess she was he lips still shined like diamonds.
It hit me, I remembered what had happened. She was the woman, the woman that held the syringe. Suddenly my intense nausea died down and I wrenched my self out of the hosptial bed.
"The Creator is a pretty lame name, do you have a normal one?" I snarled.
She still stood frozen, scowling at me.
"This," she snarled back, "as an unforseen complication,"
At that, she lifted the skirt od her red Dickies shift dress and pulled a syringe from her silk stocking. Filled with the amber substance that glittered like her lips in the light, she grabbed my arm and sank the needle deep into my vein.
I didnt fight her, I knew this was the only way to get back to reality.
The last thing I saw before my eye sight faded was her standing over me, holding back the urge and inflict pain on me right then and there.

Description
Chapter 7

I was in a hopspital bed, the bright morning light piercing my eyes, the faint smell of vomit and medicine flowing through the air. The scent alone forced me to gag.
I forced myself to sit up, leaning over the bed railing i emptied the contents of my stomach onto the faded green and white checkered tile floor.
"Good, you're awake," came a voice, familiar somehow.
I turned, the acidic taste of decaying stomach fluids still stinging in my mouth and nose.
The woman sat in the bed next to me, she held the pastly blue curtain back with perfectly manicured rose red nails. Her lips were the same color, impossibly red and she sparkled like diamonds as the light caught each creavis as she talked.
Her blue eyes sparkled like the skies at mid summers day and her aublurn rimmed oval glasses greatly complemented her fire red hair. She smiled at me as if we were making small talk in the dentists waiting room.
She looked so familiar, but i couldn't quite place her.
"You've been out for a while," she smiled but failed to cover up her business tone of voice.
"Do I know you?" I asked tiredly.
"You may have seen me on the streets, but we've never been formally introduced, I'm Tora Rec,"
She reached for my hand to shake, and i limply gave in.
"Strange name, I know," she said," whats your name?"
"Yvonne," I managed, "Yvonne Scarlet,"
The woman stared at me in wonder, her fantastically blue eyes glittering along with her lips. I laid back on the bed, the hard pillow molding to the shape of my head.
"The famous Opera singer?"
I nodded catiously as my stomach threatened me with more tasty vomit.
"The girlfriend of Scarlets own superhero?"
I nodded again. It was common knowledge, a famous celebrity, filled with royal blood and in love with the cities savior. That was me alright.
"Tell me about him," Tora pleaded.
"Whats to tell,"
Her fire red hair seemed to float up above her head the longer I hesitated.
"Anything, does he have secret hide outs? any allies? His real name? Anything,"
I shifted uncomfortably in the stiff hospital bed.
"Are you a reporter?"
She forced a laugh and smiled stiffly at me.
"No, I'm just interested,"
I still couldn't get passed how familiar she looked.
"Are you sure we haven't met before?"
"Positive, now what were you saying about Reaper?"
"You just look so familiar, you're voice sounds very familiar,"
"Please," she began sternly, the smile and cheerful disguise quickly leaving her face, " I'd like to know about him,"
"Why am I here?"
"Do you have a special phone number for him? Do you two live together?"
"What have I been admitted for?" I yelled.
In a flash, the woman appeared on my bed, her hands gripping my shoulders, crushing me into the hard bed.
"Where can I find Reaper?"
I felt vomit climbing up my throat, frantic to escape the confinement of my throat.
"Answer me," the woman demended.
She got an answer of some sort from me, though I doubt she was really demanding the rush of vomit the took the place of words. I had never seen someone recoil so fast. She glared at me from the foot of my bed, bits of puke smeared across her face and in her gorgous hair, Her mouth open with great disgust. Despite the complete sopping wet mess she was he lips still shined like diamonds.
It hit me, I remembered what had happened. She was the woman, the woman that held the syringe. Suddenly my intense nausea died down and I wrenched my self out of the hosptial bed.
"The Creator is a pretty lame name, do you have a normal one?" I snarled.
She still stood frozen, scowling at me.
"This," she snarled back, "as an unforseen complication,"
At that, she lifted the skirt od her red Dickies shift dress and pulled a syringe from her silk stocking. Filled with the amber substance that glittered like her lips in the light, she grabbed my arm and sank the needle deep into my vein.
I didnt fight her, I knew this was the only way to get back to reality.
The last thing I saw before my eye sight faded was her standing over me, holding back the urge and inflict pain on me right then and there.