Something about clapping...Lev wasn't fully awake yet, so all he could hear was the word 'clap.' It wasn't all that surprising, considering what he'd attempted a few weeks ago.
What was surprising was realizing that he was laid on a mattress horizontally, with his arms laid out as though he'd been asleep. That wasn't right...his arms should have been held up in mid-air and his legs should have been stuck together in a cast. He should have been a human crucifix, suspended in mid-air!
When he opened his eyes, Lev gasped quietly, shocked by the new surroundings. His eyes darted from corner to corner of the room until they finally settled on the woman standing at his bedside. He stared at her, unable to form words for the moment. What happened to the holding cell? Why aren't I in the cast? What's going on here?
When he finally composed himself, he slowly pulled himself out of bed, carefully making sure to keep each limb from touching each other or moving too quickly.
"Where am I?" he asked, his voice caught between caution and curiosity. The nurse blinked for a few moments, not understanding why he was confused, but caught on quickly.
"You're in Landel's Institute, Rafael!" she said cheerfully.
"Rafael?"
"That's...your name, isn't it?" The nurse cocked her head to one side.
Lev opened his mouth to answer, but figured it was better not to argue it. There must have been a reason he was being called Rafael...he just had to figure out what it was. And asking outright usually never gave him the answer. But still...he had to know why he was here. What happened to the rehab facility? This certainly wasn't it, and transporting him around was dangerous in and of itself...what idiot took off his restraints and stuck him in a bed where the wrong move could make him explode?
"Why am I here?"
"Why, because your family put you in here!" The nurse's tone was cheerful, which made Lev's stomach sink even more. His family? Who in his family would put him here? Who in his family would even dare associate with him now? Only Marcus would, but he would never do that to Lev, not unless he had ulterior motives from the start (in which case, Lev was wrong to trust him in the first place).
"What for?" It couldn't have been for rehab. That would mean they'd have to pay for it, and while his family was wealthy, he was now disowned. Marcus didn't have enough of his own money, and he was already being held in the other rehab center for free (so he assumed).
"This is a mental hospital," said the nurse quaintly. Lev fought down a sarcastic chuckle and sighed. The way he saw it, his status in the rehab center was only temporary. Now that most of the explosive was out of his blood, it was probably considered good enough for harvest. This was probably a harvest camp for insane Unwinds or something...Lev was going to be harvested.
So much for changing the world, Cy.
He steadily got up and followed the nurse out of his room to whatever activity they had come up with to keep his mind off the impending harvest.
Something about clapping...Lev wasn't fully awake yet, so all he could hear was the word 'clap.' It wasn't all that surprising, considering what he'd attempted a few weeks ago.
What was surprising was realizing that he was laid on a mattress horizontally, with his arms laid out as though he'd been asleep. That wasn't right...his arms should have been held up in mid-air and his legs should have been stuck together in a cast. He should have been a human crucifix, suspended in mid-air!
When he opened his eyes, Lev gasped quietly, shocked by the new surroundings. His eyes darted from corner to corner of the room until they finally settled on the woman standing at his bedside. He stared at her, unable to form words for the moment. What happened to the holding cell? Why aren't I in the cast? What's going on here?
When he finally composed himself, he slowly pulled himself out of bed, carefully making sure to keep each limb from touching each other or moving too quickly.
"Where am I?" he asked, his voice caught between caution and curiosity. The nurse blinked for a few moments, not understanding why he was confused, but caught on quickly.
"You're in Landel's Institute, Rafael!" she said cheerfully.
"Rafael?"
"That's...your name, isn't it?" The nurse cocked her head to one side.
Lev opened his mouth to answer, but figured it was better not to argue it. There must have been a reason he was being called Rafael...he just had to figure out what it was. And asking outright usually never gave him the answer. But still...he had to know why he was here. What happened to the rehab facility? This certainly wasn't it, and transporting him around was dangerous in and of itself...what idiot took off his restraints and stuck him in a bed where the wrong move could make him explode?
"Why am I here?"
"Why, because your family put you in here!" The nurse's tone was cheerful, which made Lev's stomach sink even more. His family? Who in his family would put him here? Who in his family would even dare associate with him now? Only Marcus would, but he would never do that to Lev, not unless he had ulterior motives from the start (in which case, Lev was wrong to trust him in the first place).
"What for?" It couldn't have been for rehab. That would mean they'd have to pay for it, and while his family was wealthy, he was now disowned. Marcus didn't have enough of his own money, and he was already being held in the other rehab center for free (so he assumed).
"This is a mental hospital," said the nurse quaintly. Lev fought down a sarcastic chuckle and sighed. The way he saw it, his status in the rehab center was only temporary. Now that most of the explosive was out of his blood, it was probably considered good enough for harvest. This was probably a harvest camp for insane Unwinds or something...Lev was going to be harvested.
So much for changing the world, Cy.
He steadily got up and followed the nurse out of his room to whatever activity they had come up with to keep his mind off the impending harvest.
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