liah

This Means War

My mouth watered at the sight of the food. I loved steak. It was something my father had made for my siblings and I often. I could remember us all getting excited when it was steak night. My father had made the best steak. We always had a lot of vegetables and mashed potatoes to pair with it. But that was loony ago.
“This looks delicious. I’m so excited to eat.” I said happily, just thinking of all the flavor I was about to take in.
“Taste good too.” Spencer said as he put his tongue in a mountain of mashed potatoes stacked onto his plate.
“Good Lord, Spencer.” Joe rolled his eyes at his younger brother.
I sat my tray on my lap and rolled myself towards the table with Em and Nina. Nina scooted a chair out of the way so I could have a place at the bright table. It looked so out of place here, but it was nice to see some color.
“Thank you.” I smiled, nodding to the chair Nina had moved for me.
“Well don’t you look nice and clean.” Em shoved a spoonful of beans into her mouth and smiled, showing a few beans mushed into her teeth.
“Sondo the both of you!” I laughed at her, shaking my head and taking a bite of my food.

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“I think Em and Nina are in the rooms beside mine. Isy said I had two of my friends on each side of me.” I chimed in, looking behind me to answer Joe’s question. “I knocked on their doors but no one answered. I figured they went to dinner.”
“Or maybe...” Spencer stopped the wheel chair and spun me to face Sam and Joe dramatically. “They were taken.” He said with wide eyes.
“Or!” I looked up at him, “they’re eating.” I said I’m a flat tone. Spencer huffed, returning the wheel chair to the right direction.
After walking for another minute or two, we had reached the food hall. I wasn’t able to make out what was being cooked, but it smelled like heaven. Suddenly, I was starving. We’d had food while we were out there, but not a meal. My stomach growled at the thought of having something tasty. Lookin around, I was surprised at the face that this was the only room in this building. That seemed to have color. All of the dining tables were tomato red and in the shape of a circle. People filled the room, standing in line to receive their food and sitting at tables.

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I jumped where I sat, startled at the sound of name. I saw Sam walking towards me, a big smile shining on his face.
“Hey!” I flashed him a smile. “I did. He fixed me all up. Gave me some pin medicine too. That’ll come in handy.”
From down the hall, I heard two of the siblings making their way towards us.
“Thanks. I’d rather have some crutches instead of this mini race car.” I shrugged. “You can share if you’re small enough. Which you are not.” I joked laughing at Spencer. “You can push me to the cafeteria though.” I said with a sweet smile. “My arms are killing me. I don’t know how I’m gonna travel in this thing.” I half-joked. “Speaking of the cafeteria, is that where you all are headed?

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Before completely strolling off down the hall, I paused, remembering Nurse Lynn said that The Siblings and Sam were in the same hallway as I was. Two of them right next door to me on either side. I decided that if I didn't want to go to dinner alone, that I should take a chance and knock on both of the doors. There was nothing that could go wrong with that. They were either in their rooms or they weren't. I just didn't know whose face I would see if they answered.
I turned around as best as I could and began strolling back towards my room. Though it was difficult to maneuver the wheelchair, I made it. Without a second thought, I knocked on the first door I past, then the second. I waited in the middle of both doors, sitting far enough away that when whoever was there opened the door, they would see me. I was sure I'd heard some rumbling around in one of the rooms, but it could have just been sound bouncing off of these pristine walls.
I waited for a bit for someone to come to the door. But no one did. I tried one more time and waited. The few seconds it normally took for someone to answer the door passed and I decided that they were gone and probably off to dinner. With a sigh, I began to wheel myself down the hall and towards where I thought the cafeteria would be.

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The shower I took was long and well needed. I ignored the small stings I felt from the cuts and my shot leg, trying to erase the pain with the soothing hot water. I stood directly under the shower head, letting the water pour onto my head and body, rinsing all of the weeks dirt, grime, and blood from me. I felt like every bad feeling that I once felt went down the drain with the soap and the weeks filth. I stood there with my eyes closed, relieved that we were all finally safe and that I was finally getting clean.
My shower ended after what felt like hours and I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my now clean hair and another around my body. A cloud of steam followed behind me as I opened the bathroom door and entered my room. I carefully walked to the small, twin sized bed where I collapsed in it's comfort. It had been so long since I was able to let down my guard and relax. It was almost surreal, like a dream. Just the thought of being safe again made me cry tears of joyous relief. I didn't realize how scared I'd been since we were in the forest, completely at risk and in the open. We'd escaped being imprisoned and killed. We'd escaped a shower of bullets...mostly. Well, we'd escaped long enough to survive. We survived and we made it and the thought of almost dying in the middle of the woods was terrifying and I hadn't let that sink in until now. My tears were filled with every emotion that I had been holding in these past couple of days. My tears were proof that I was alive. Finding the Grey Base was a miracle.
After lying around and decompressing in my towel for a while, I reached over to my new uniform and decided it was time to get dressed. It was clean and crisp. I couldn't believe I'd been stuck in the same clothes for so long. My clean ones would feel like heaven. I carefully stuck one leg in each pant leg, trying my hardest to avoid my wound. With a tired sigh I finished dressing myself. I carefully removed the towel I had my hair wrapped in, letting a few drops of water drip from the ends of my hair and onto my back. I braided my hair in two braids that draped over each of my shoulders. Dinner was soon, so I was set and ready to go. I opened my door, took a seat in my dreaded wheel chair, and left my room in hopes to run into the others.

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Doctor Davies finished cleaning my leg, bandaged it, and sent me on my way in my brand new shiny wheel chair.
"Don't forget to stay off of your leg for as long as you can. You don't want to have any long term problems with that wound." He instructed as Nurse Lynn wheeled my down yet another long hall.
"I'll be taking you to your room. Remember where we're going so you know how to get around." She bent down a bit to speak to me as she pushed me to our destination. Once there, she opened the door and pushed me inside. "This is your room!" She said with a wide smile. "It's not much, but it's comfortable. You even have your own bathroom." She walked a few feet to a white door and opened it, revealing a single shower, toilet, and sink. "Nice, huh? It's rare you get your own bathroom. Enjoy it!" Lynn turned to me with her hands on her hips. "Uhh, what else am I missing?" She mumbled to herself. "Ah! Right. Towels and extra clothes have been set out for you. I assume Reid told you dinner is at 5:30?"
"Um, no. I didn't know. Okay, great. Thank you." I gave her a small smile.
"That's everything! You can take it form here." She began to dismiss herself.
"And wait!" I called after her, hopping out of my wheelchair and hobbling to the doorway. "Where are my friends?"
"All in this same hallway. I believe two of them are right next door to you on either side." Lynn yelled down the hall as she continued to walk off.
"Well alrighty then." I said quietly to myself as I shut the door to my new room. I pushed my wheelchair towards the door so it was mostly out of my way. All I wanted to do now was shower and get clean.

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It didn't take long for us to reach Doctor Davies. He was waiting in a room with a hospital bed and other trinkets that you'd normally find in a hospital room. Lynn left us and went off to do whatever it is she had to do.
"So, Miss Morris. Looks like you've been through a lot." He nodded towards my leg and rested his hands in his lap. "What exactly happened?" Doctor Morris asked curiously.
I explained how our base had been infiltrated by the Jaxlors and they were taking us a prisoners. I told him we escaped but I'd been shot. That was really all there was to it.
"And your friend stitched you up." He awaited my confirmation. I nodded. He stood up and examined my leg, gently moving it about and checking the stitches. "You've popped a few of your stitches. This also needs to be cleaned again. Your leg-" He paused. "And quite frankly, the rest of you is dirty." He chuckled. "You've got some bruising, but that's normal. You limped in here so you're obviously in pain. We'll fix you up just fine. You're going to need to stay off of your feet, Daisy. We'll get you a wheel chair as well." Doctor Morris spit all of this out like rapid fire. It was a lot to take in, but I understood.
"Thank you. I appreciate this. Will I be able to join my friends soon?" I asked. He nodded as he grabbed all of the equipment he'd need to fix me up.

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"Excuse me, Daisy Morris?" A heavyset women with brown curly hair stood before me. She wore a white lab coat and carried a clipboard.
"That's me." I stared, confused as to what she could possibly want.
"My name is Nurse Lynn. I'm here to take you to Doctor Davies. We want to take a look at that leg of yours. Just makin' sure everything is alright." She flashed a friendly smile.
"Oh- I didn't request a Doctor, though." I was confused.
"That's alright. We just want to make sure you're properly taken care of. Your friend sent in a request as well." She replied.
"Oh, alright. Okay. Cool, I'll just follow you then." I gently pushed myself from the wall and began to follow Lynn down another bright white hall that undoubtedly would take me to the hospital wing where Doctor Davies was waiting.

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As Isy lead The Siblings to the dorms, I insisted that I'd wait for Sam in the hall. I didn't like leaving him behind and I was still uneasy about this place. It seemed safe, but I couldn't be too sure. I leaned against the wall as I waited for Sam, avoiding looking at anyone that walked by me. I could feel the occasional soldier starring as they slowed down just enough to wonder who the dirty, limping girl was.
I peaked around a pillar that was partially blocking me from Sam's line of sight. Reid was still asking him questions, writing down whatever Sam was saying. I felt like this whole process was unnecessarily long, but I was sure it was for the best.

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Walking down the steps was a pain and I dread every moment of it. But I kept my face still, determined not to grimace. When we made it down the stairs, I let out a sigh of relief. The bright hallway lead to a room with machines, computers, and more. To the left of that was a short hallway that had what looked like a dining hall on the other side of it.
"We just want to get your information and we'll show you to your new rooms so you all can get showered and changed." Isy kept walking as she spoke. A tall, dark-skinned man met interrupted us. He had a clipboard and pen ready to take down our names. He started with the siblings, then Sam and I.