I tricked you to feel the pain, of someone close to you leaving the game.
"Paige N. Marshall. Specialist. 185-74-5944"
*struck again. this time with a hard object, a bat or a pipe, to the side*
"Paige N. Marshall. Specialist. 185-74-5944"
*struck in the face with his hand. wave od nausea hits. demon finally leaves room*
God, help me. I don't know where I am. I know why I am here. They want information, about the other in town, but I haven't told them anything. I've been trained for situations like these. Name, rank, serial number! Thats all you give them, Marshall I keep hearing my DI's voice in my head. Over and over. You won't make it, Marshall! You give up your family, your friends in less then five minutes NO DRILL SERGEANT! NOT ME DRILL SERGEANT! He was always a little harder on the female recruits. Daddy said they were, before I enlisted. They'll be harder on you, baby girl. They'll say you're just a girl, that you don't belong. Prove them wrong. Show them what a Majors girl is made But I did it. I made it through basic. And now I'm here, in the hands of the enemy and I haven't given them anything but my name, rank and serial number.
I think I've been here a couple of days. At the most. Not that long. They haven't given me anything to eat since I got here, though they gave me water. Someone must know the human body well enough to know that it can go alot longer without food than it can without water. I 'm supposing they don't want me dead yet. They want me to tell them something..yeah, about the people in town. I haven't though. They've tried the different techniques, making small talk hoping I'll slip, physical abuse, the worse is the one that comes in and tries to be nice to me.
My head is spinning. Think, Paige. Okay you're a medic, do your ABC's. I have a head injury, I think from when they took me. The two guys I was chatting up in the bar approached me as I was leaving work Wednesday night. I was at my car then I woke up here. The base of my skull had dried blood from a laceration, a large hematoma, the was obviously a loss of consciousness, nausea. So definitely head injury. Probably slight concussion. Several contusions to the face, arms and now my side. I'm thinking theres slight dehydration. Course of treatment? Iv fluids. ct scan, 24 hour observation. Oh yeah and get the hell out of here, so you can get recommended treatment. Medics orders.
Would help if I knew where I was. I'm in a tent, not like a pop up camping tent but like a smaller version of a party tent. The size of a room. Theres a cot with a blanket and a lawn chair. thats it. I'm not tied up, guess they know theres no way out of here really. Front opening is guarded by the guy who likes to hit. I can see shadows through the canvas of figures posted at all for sides of the tent. So I can't even lift the bottom edge and sneak out that way. All i can do is hope that Ralph read the instructions I left him and that he called the Captain. That he can figure a way to find me. Thats a slim hope though, considering i don't even know where i am. How can I expect a rescue mission?
I just wish they would hurry up and kill me if thats what they plan seeing as how I'm not going to tell them anything. I've even entertained thoughts of provoking the demon that hits into loosing his temper. He could easily get it done and over with. I've pretty much made peace with this plan. I'm realistic enough to know whether I give them the information or not, I'm as good as dead. Might as well make it on my terms. Before they try some other means to get me to say something. I'm getting too tired to fight.
*hears voices outside opening. rises slowly to feet. standing at attention when the flap is moved aside and someone enters.*
*struck again. this time with a hard object, a bat or a pipe, to the side*
"Paige N. Marshall. Specialist. 185-74-5944"
*struck in the face with his hand. wave od nausea hits. demon finally leaves room*
God, help me. I don't know where I am. I know why I am here. They want information, about the other in town, but I haven't told them anything. I've been trained for situations like these. Name, rank, serial number! Thats all you give them, Marshall I keep hearing my DI's voice in my head. Over and over. You won't make it, Marshall! You give up your family, your friends in less then five minutes NO DRILL SERGEANT! NOT ME DRILL SERGEANT! He was always a little harder on the female recruits. Daddy said they were, before I enlisted. They'll be harder on you, baby girl. They'll say you're just a girl, that you don't belong. Prove them wrong. Show them what a Majors girl is made But I did it. I made it through basic. And now I'm here, in the hands of the enemy and I haven't given them anything but my name, rank and serial number.
I think I've been here a couple of days. At the most. Not that long. They haven't given me anything to eat since I got here, though they gave me water. Someone must know the human body well enough to know that it can go alot longer without food than it can without water. I 'm supposing they don't want me dead yet. They want me to tell them something..yeah, about the people in town. I haven't though. They've tried the different techniques, making small talk hoping I'll slip, physical abuse, the worse is the one that comes in and tries to be nice to me.
My head is spinning. Think, Paige. Okay you're a medic, do your ABC's. I have a head injury, I think from when they took me. The two guys I was chatting up in the bar approached me as I was leaving work Wednesday night. I was at my car then I woke up here. The base of my skull had dried blood from a laceration, a large hematoma, the was obviously a loss of consciousness, nausea. So definitely head injury. Probably slight concussion. Several contusions to the face, arms and now my side. I'm thinking theres slight dehydration. Course of treatment? Iv fluids. ct scan, 24 hour observation. Oh yeah and get the hell out of here, so you can get recommended treatment. Medics orders.
Would help if I knew where I was. I'm in a tent, not like a pop up camping tent but like a smaller version of a party tent. The size of a room. Theres a cot with a blanket and a lawn chair. thats it. I'm not tied up, guess they know theres no way out of here really. Front opening is guarded by the guy who likes to hit. I can see shadows through the canvas of figures posted at all for sides of the tent. So I can't even lift the bottom edge and sneak out that way. All i can do is hope that Ralph read the instructions I left him and that he called the Captain. That he can figure a way to find me. Thats a slim hope though, considering i don't even know where i am. How can I expect a rescue mission?
I just wish they would hurry up and kill me if thats what they plan seeing as how I'm not going to tell them anything. I've even entertained thoughts of provoking the demon that hits into loosing his temper. He could easily get it done and over with. I've pretty much made peace with this plan. I'm realistic enough to know whether I give them the information or not, I'm as good as dead. Might as well make it on my terms. Before they try some other means to get me to say something. I'm getting too tired to fight.
*hears voices outside opening. rises slowly to feet. standing at attention when the flap is moved aside and someone enters.*