Where Am I? (Open to Medical Staff)
When Zee awoke, she saw nothing but white for the longest moment. Blinking, she tried to adjust her senses, her ears, her eyes, but nothing seemed to work. It wasn't until she pushed herself up that she realized that she was in another cell. This one was much better appointed than her last one, however, and she was laying on a surprisingly comfortable cot with a pillow and blanket.
She shook her head, pushing herself out of the bed to stand as she approached the door to the room. She raised her hand to scratch at the glass of the window, only to find her hands covered in a pair of strange gloves. Tugging at the fabric at her wrists, she pressed down on them, feeling strong metal cuffs in the wrists of the gauntlets. Scowling, she felt her heart stutter a little as she realized that she could neither cut through the gloves with her claws, nor could she get the gloves off.
A plaintive noise left her throat as she moved back to the cot and sat on the edge of it. Where was she? Ah. The Americans. She remembered the man she'd fought with. The one who had been like her. She lifted her nose, taking a deep scent of the air, finding nothing more than faint scents and a strong chemical smell.
Her eyes widened as the door opened and she scooted back against the cot, drawing her legs up and circling her arms around them.She wasn't immediately hostile, no. She was scared.
She shook her head, pushing herself out of the bed to stand as she approached the door to the room. She raised her hand to scratch at the glass of the window, only to find her hands covered in a pair of strange gloves. Tugging at the fabric at her wrists, she pressed down on them, feeling strong metal cuffs in the wrists of the gauntlets. Scowling, she felt her heart stutter a little as she realized that she could neither cut through the gloves with her claws, nor could she get the gloves off.
A plaintive noise left her throat as she moved back to the cot and sat on the edge of it. Where was she? Ah. The Americans. She remembered the man she'd fought with. The one who had been like her. She lifted her nose, taking a deep scent of the air, finding nothing more than faint scents and a strong chemical smell.
Her eyes widened as the door opened and she scooted back against the cot, drawing her legs up and circling her arms around them.She wasn't immediately hostile, no. She was scared.