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 Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:20 pm
MD was still worried, but she knew that G could handle it. If she really needed help, though, she hoped she would herself. MD knew how hard it was for agents to accept that anything was wrong with them and that they never wanted help. She hoped she wouldn't have to go through something like that again, especially not with an agent like G.
"Okay, if you're sure. I have to take a sample of blood now."
MD walked over to a cabinet where she kept some of her medical supplies.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:22 pm
G stared at the ceiling, frowning a bit.
"What on earth is going on with me? This doesn't... happen... not often..."
G turned to MD, who was wrapping a rubber strip tight around G's upper arm.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:24 pm
MD walked back over to her chair and readied the needle. G should be used to getting her blood drawn by now, since it is standard for every agent to have their blood drawn every month, for security reasons. The needle was ready and she turned her head to G. She tied the rubber strip onto her arm and it made a "snap" noise.
"Are you ready?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:26 pm
G gulped. Something... was different...
"Yeah." she said.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:29 pm
"This will only hurt for a second."
MD readied the needle and placed it into G's arm. The blood slowly came out and filled the removable vile. The red started rising and rising, until it reached the maximum fill point. MD removed the needle and placed it in a safety container so that nothing would happen to it. She took a circular bandage and placed it over the small hole in G's skin.
"Okay, all done for today. You can go now."
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:32 pm
G quickly sat up, turning away from MD.
She gasped for air.
"I... I..."
Things were flashing back. White. Things... grabbing for her. Draining her...
Draining...
Things started to get... fuzzy.
"Oh... no... no."
She saw MD's mouth moving - but she heard nothing. Things were dimming... and then they were --
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:36 pm
MD turned her head for a second after G had sat up. She turned right back around when she heard gasping.
"G, are you alright? Can you hear me?"
G's face started to go white, but MD tried to keep her conscious.
"G, can you hear me? Please nod your head or something!"
Right after that, G became unconscious. This wasn't normal, MD needed back up. She could move her to a better place on her own. She ran back to her desk in the other room and picked up her phone. She had to call someone, she needed help.
"Please, come to my office. G's just passed out and I need help!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 10:40 pm
She was being followed.
Those eyes kept... haunting her.
She had to go back.
Somewhere outside her consciousness, she croaked to a panicky MD,
"I NEED... TO GO..."
She tried to awaken... but couldn't. Stuck.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:09 pm
It felt like months before she woke up again, this time, in a rather small room... and alone.
However, it seemed to be just half an hour, according to the clock on the wall.
But there was something odd. She couldn't move her arms, or her legs. She was tied down to the bed. She lifted her head, and noticed a little note on her chest. G strained to read it.
"You have been determined as suspicious by the GIB. You have been restrained for your own safety, as well as the safety of examiners."
G sighed, exasperated.
"What?!"
A nurse quickly rushed into the room.
It was then that she noticed that she was hooked to an IV.
And it was then that she noticed... that she was feeling rather sleepy.
"You... got me on... some kind of sedative... or something?" yawned G.
The nurse said nothing, but took the note from G's chest.
"Uh... huh..." mumbled G.
She drifted off, eyes half-open, mind empty, staring at the ceiling.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:58 pm
It took longer than expected for him to return to the HQ; for starters, it seemed that they'd been serious about decomissioning him, at least for the time being, and he was obliged to take civilian transport. Customs, he thought, was an aspect of civilian life that he didn't miss in the slightest.
Hoping that they - 'they being whomever had sent the message - wouldn't count his slight tardiness as a further count against him, he managed to find his way in without further incident; he wasn't overly sure where, exactly, he was expected to go, so there was a quick stopover at the Central Office before he was re-directed to Psyc Ops.
'Oh, well,' were his thoughts, as the office door slid open at his approach. 'At least I shouldn't have any problems here...'
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:17 pm
MD was sitting in her office again, her head in her arms, lying against her desk. She wasn't sure what just happened, but the superiors said that G was "suspicious," which she didn't understand at all. She also didn't understand why they were sending all of the "suspicious" agents to her. This wasn't her job and she didn't know why this was being forced on her. She just hoped that it would all end, and soon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:27 pm
A few steps into the multipurpose office, and Flashfire stopped only a few feet from the threhold; he assumed that whoever it was at the desk was in charge of this branch of the facility, but it was a bit difficult to identify them from their face-down position.
On one hand, manners would dictate that he leave, and hopefully come back at a more convenient time. On the other hand, his time off had been interupted by what was apparently a direct order from HQ; he wasn't sure if he could come back at another time. Finally settling for what he hoped was a happy medium, he cleared his throat at a middling volume and said, "Excuse me, but I was directed here by the Central Office; Agent Flashfire, reporting in for... evaluation?" The last word was a question; as far as he knew, his psychiatric records were clean.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:31 pm
MD quickly picked up her head. She wasn't expecting anyone else today. The superiors were being very quiet about everything, oddly enough. She turned her head towards the man at the door.
"Oh, hello! Please come in. I guess they want the same test for you. Please, follow me into the back room."
At this, MD stood up and started walking towards the same back room G went into before her life basically collapsed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:39 pm
'Same... test?'
Well, at least it seemed that he hadn't been the only one called in like this... although whether that was a good or a bad thing, Flashfire couldn't yet say. He didn't have enough information to make that kind of judgement, after all.
Still, he followed her into the back room, where he took a seat in the 'patient's' chair; it seemed like just another routine checkup, except he wasn't due for his until another two weeks had passed. Waiting for the test, whatever it was, to get underway, Flashfire ventured to ask, "Is this the usual plasma-screening, ma'am? I didn't think I was due back for a fortnight, and usually I'm pretty good at keeping track of things like that..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:45 pm
"No, no. Old stuff. Inkblots and a blood test. The higher-ups wanted it for another agent, so I assume that they want the same for you. Shall we start?"
MD pulled out the inkblots and readied them. She wrote down all of his answers and kept the test moving. Even though she had only done this test once today, it was already boring her.
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