ORIGINAL FIC :: "Bureaucratic BS" [unnamed female, G]
Title: Bureaucratic BS
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: G
Focus: unnamed female character
Date Written: 10 March 2012
Word Count: 337
Written for: March 2012 Free Microfic Day
Recipient: rebelsheart
Prompt: The beast within awakens.
Summary: She doesn't even have a number any more, and they never used her name outside of getting her initial chart drawn up.
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Doggie Duo
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Feedback :: Constructive feedback is always welcome.
Disclaimer: All original characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Author's Notes: Just a random thing that ended up going somewhere other than what I'd planned.
Beta: Not currently beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. I reserve the right to futz with this down the line when I get someone to beta for me.
"Bureaucratic BS"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Shifting into an upright position, she gives up all pretenses of sleep. Clearly, it won't happen tonight. Not when she knows she can't fight the urges any longer. They don't believe her, so they refuse her request for the sleeping draught that's always helped in the past.
She hates the fact that hospitals change owners more often than she changes her own underwear. Then again, given the turnover rate for orderlies, they don't push for her to do much but lie in bed and think about why she's there.
"I know why I'm here," she grumbles, wrapping her arms around her drawn-up knees. "It hasn't changed in the three years since my parents dropped me off without so much as a backward glance."
She can remember that day clearly. They'd noticed the change in her appetite, the visible signs of puberty awakening, and packed a bag while she was at school one day. When she'd arrived home, they gave her a rufie-laced glass of tangelo juice. She woke up in the backseat, chained like a common criminal, and no amount of pleading would change their minds.
Her parents paid for her upkeep. What else could she call the treatment she receives from these idiots? Three square meals a day -- all vegetarian and fish on Fridays -- and a piece of cake with ice cream on her birthday. But she's on display for any and all doctors, nurses, and bureaucratic assholes that want to see The Subject. She doesn't even have a number any more, and they never used her name outside of getting her initial chart drawn up.
But now that the drugs were being withheld -- probably used by the useless orderlies these companies hired when they took over the hospital -- she knew that things were going to get crazier than anyone ever guessed.
By not reading her chart and acting accordingly, they've let the last protection from the end of the world fall by the wayside.
Woe to them come the new moon.
Original post @ Dreamwidth with
comments. Commenting is welcome on either post.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: G
Focus: unnamed female character
Date Written: 10 March 2012
Word Count: 337
Written for: March 2012 Free Microfic Day
Recipient: rebelsheart
Prompt: The beast within awakens.
Summary: She doesn't even have a number any more, and they never used her name outside of getting her initial chart drawn up.
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Doggie Duo
Link to: http://bdkk.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Feedback :: Constructive feedback is always welcome.
Disclaimer: All original characters belong to ShatterStorm Productions and are the creations of A. Magiluna Stormwriter and Shatterpath. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Author's Notes: Just a random thing that ended up going somewhere other than what I'd planned.
Beta: Not currently beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. I reserve the right to futz with this down the line when I get someone to beta for me.
"Bureaucratic BS"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Shifting into an upright position, she gives up all pretenses of sleep. Clearly, it won't happen tonight. Not when she knows she can't fight the urges any longer. They don't believe her, so they refuse her request for the sleeping draught that's always helped in the past.
She hates the fact that hospitals change owners more often than she changes her own underwear. Then again, given the turnover rate for orderlies, they don't push for her to do much but lie in bed and think about why she's there.
"I know why I'm here," she grumbles, wrapping her arms around her drawn-up knees. "It hasn't changed in the three years since my parents dropped me off without so much as a backward glance."
She can remember that day clearly. They'd noticed the change in her appetite, the visible signs of puberty awakening, and packed a bag while she was at school one day. When she'd arrived home, they gave her a rufie-laced glass of tangelo juice. She woke up in the backseat, chained like a common criminal, and no amount of pleading would change their minds.
Her parents paid for her upkeep. What else could she call the treatment she receives from these idiots? Three square meals a day -- all vegetarian and fish on Fridays -- and a piece of cake with ice cream on her birthday. But she's on display for any and all doctors, nurses, and bureaucratic assholes that want to see The Subject. She doesn't even have a number any more, and they never used her name outside of getting her initial chart drawn up.
But now that the drugs were being withheld -- probably used by the useless orderlies these companies hired when they took over the hospital -- she knew that things were going to get crazier than anyone ever guessed.
By not reading her chart and acting accordingly, they've let the last protection from the end of the world fall by the wayside.
Woe to them come the new moon.
Original post @ Dreamwidth with
comments. Commenting is welcome on either post.