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Smugglers (The Maskheads Series, #1)
Chapter Eight.
This is a speculative fiction series comprised of three books. One chapter will be released every Wednesday, with links to previous and next chapters when applicable.
My eyelids opened in one motion, but it still took some time for my eyeballs to focus.
I was laying on a different bed, and I clearly wasn’t in the hospital unit. I was laying in a sparse room with grey walls. The sheets on the steel bed were green, giving the whole room a very Bug Out feeling. If it wasn’t for the window open to let the sunlight stream in, it would have been very utilitarian.
What had happened? One minute I had been on the exam bed, screaming and trying to get away from Dr. Shoemaker’s tool. The next, I was here.
I pried myself up and looked out the window. It faced out toward a river, not the street. It must have been some sort of dormitory.
The door at the front of the room stirred and opened slightly, revealing the face of Three. “Hey there. Feeling a little better?”
“Where am I?”
She came in, now wearing a black tank top and jeans. It suited her much better than the men’s clothing she had worn before. After closing the door behind her, she filed in and…
