Clinical.

The first thought and smell that appeared in her blank mind. She frowned. Clinical?...Hospital? Morgue? Which one is it. Eyebrows drawn together and her lips brought down, Nicolette began to try and recollect her last memories before she slipped into a dark abyss. Much to her dismay she drew blank everything seemed to be hazy.

With great difficulty her eyes pried open slowly. It seemed as though her eyes opened one after the other. The florescent light shined over her eyes forcing her head to the other side. What came into view were the machines that seemed to be connected to her drawing more question marks than answers. Blinking a few more times the machines became more clear. I'm stable. Nicolette after a quick read over the monitors.

Prying her lips apart Nicolette moved her tongue around her dry and musty feeling mouth. With a few smacks of the lips and a dart of the tongue, in an attempt to wet her lip, her hand darted upwards only for it to be drawn back. Nicolette's frown deepened as she lifted her head slightly to see that her wrist had been cuffed to the bar of the bed. Her head fell back with a sigh of confusion. Turning her head to the opposite direction she then saw that someone had recently been sitting in the seat besides her bed. A steaming cup of what seemed to be coffee sat on the small coffee table that was infront of a couch.

Nicolette's nose scrunched at the clinical smell that drown out the smell of the coffee. Her eyes scanned the area and it seemed to be a simple single hospital room. To the naked eye that's what it seemed like, however, Nicolette caught the camera in the corner of the room and the shoulder of what seemed to be a guard standing outside her "hospital room".

There was no hustle and bustle beyond the door. No matter the time of day a hospital always has some sort of hustle or bustle, however this hospital was silent. Silent, disregarding the repeatitive sound of the monitor and the occasional noise from a walkie-talkie or earpiece. Her eyes didn't miss the bars on the window.

Nicolette fell back onto the pillows after taking in more of the room. It was clear to her that she was not in any regular hospital. Then again when has she ever? A large cat like stretch and a yawn helped release some tension and stiffness in her joints and muscles. Against her better judgement she sat up right and stretched as much as her restraints allowed her.

Looking down at her left arm she scoffed at the cast that went from her forearm to her thumb. Now how did this happen? With a shake of her head she brought her cast clad hand up to scratch the itch in her head.

Just then the door unlocked and in walked in a group of white lab coats followed by a man and a woman. Scanning each face she didn't recognise any of them. Nicolette watched as the doctors began to check the monitors and her vitals. Her eyes searching for any suspicious movements. Any sudden movements caught her eyes.

"You are very alert for someone who's been asleep for three days." A doctor said followed by a chuckle.

Nicolette tilted her head to the side examining him. Was that a joke? She blinked several times as she studied his movements. Her gaze making the man slightly uncomfortable to the point he cleared his throat and tried to focus on his tasks at hand.

Subconsciously Nicolette grabbed the doctors hand that pulled on the cast clad arm. Her grip firm as her eyes scanned the woman for any form of suspicion. Her head tilting from side to side out of habit. Almost cat like movements. Stealthy and precise.

"I'm just checking the numbness of your hand." The doctor stated in haste as the grip became unbearably painful.

Squinting her eyes at the woman Nicolette slowly loosened her grip. Once loose enough the woman escaped her grasp with a sigh of relief before clearing her throat and adjusting her clothing in attempt to maintain professionalism.

A flash light before her eyes caught her attention. Nicolette tilted her head away from the light as she blinked several times. Despite her obvious avoidance the doctor flashed her eyes once more. Out of instinct her cast contacted with his temple. As the doctor clambered to the ground a throbbing ache spread through her arm. Nicolette's nose scrunched slightly at the discomfort. Everyone paused as their eyes shifted between her and the man on the ground.

The man who seemed to be in charge cleared his throat. "Dr. Rizzo, how is she?" His voice held so much authority it would make anyone quiver. Nicolette on the other hand didn't seem to be affected by him or his presence.

"Physically everything checks out besides the cast arm. We will have to perform an X-ray to ensure that the bone didn't shift again." Dr. Rizzo began. "She seems to have feeling in her upper body but we won't be certain about her lower body. Mentally we won't be sure how she is until speaks."

"Didn't you say at the pick up she was speaking so many languages?" The woman on his arm spoke. "How will you know which one to speak to her in?"

"I can speak English if you had asked." Nicolette sighed as she layed back in her bed and stared at the florescent light. The mixture of her dialects in her accent very prominent.....

Link to Rare Soul Ties:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/285921248?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=GoldenKnowledge&wp_originator=mt%2BtXQ8Z8ewOfQknQEOCGthCGf0fDhqkwSeOik7Yd6khFkopufysNcIWd2kslhUJOm0e5UjlNrYIIMAZWfodwTZI9uomC6pGwT4RFoeRAxpyVzyPZ8%2FfpraTX%2FTqnw6s