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Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jun 25, 2008 15:50:18 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
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Waiting. Amp hated waiting. She'd been waiting for months. Waiting to go home. Waiting for revenge. Waiting to die. Waiting for her torture to end. Now she was only waiting for a simple doctor's report, but it was still waiting. She fidgeted impatiently in one of the sterile examination rooms.
She had fallen asleep in the transport from the Camp, and remained so on arrival. Apparently Vibe had conscripted someone to carry her to the Infirmary, because that's where she woke, a tad violently, from a nightmare the next day. Vibe had been by the beside, and quickly calmed her down. Once calmed though, realization set in where she was, and she promptly began crying again, happy tears this time.
She had started to give up hope that she would ever leave the camp. In fact, she had all but given up. She contented herself that she would have revenge on Grunt, but had come to the conclusion that it would cost her life to get it. She was even considering that the price was worth it. And now all of that was over. She could finally relax.
Only.... she couldn't relax. Not yet. It wasn't over yet. Not until the tests came back, and she knew.
She slipped off of the exam table and began to pace. She held her stomach as she moved; she felt sick to her stomach, but she wasn't sure if it was all in her mind. She gulped, her mouth dry.
She 'heard' footsteps long before they reached her door, so no one saw the terrified look in her eyes. By the time the doctor opened the door and peeked in, Amp was back on the table, her expression reflecting worry, but not fear.
"You're awake? Good. Amber, right?"
"Amp." The redhead had insisted her sister leave her alone for awhile. That meant her world was silent once more, forcing her to read lips.
But Amp didn't want Vibe to know what had happened to her in the Camps. Not unless....
"I have your test results." Amp held back a gulp, and simply nodded. "Your sugar levels are still unstable, even after the insulin shot. So you'll need to stay here for a few days, until we can get it under control. A few proper meals should do the trick, but we want to be sure."
"That happens when you're purposefully starved," the twin grumbled. Wisely the doctor ignored her and went on. She listed a number of other things that Amp needed treatment for, but she didn't pay attention to any of them. Bottom line was that the petite redhead was stuck in bed for a week, maybe two. Been there, done that, big deal.
Finally the medic came to the important part. Kindly, she reached out and place a hand over Amp's, on her belly. Amp stiffened.
"And the pregnancy tests came back negative."
Negative. She wasn't pregnant. She was safe. The doctor still talked, warning about other factors that were still unknown; symptoms to be aware of for various STDs and such. But all Amp registered was 'negative'. It had to be one of the sweetest words she could ever 'read'. Her stomach nausea vanished in an instant.
"Do you want me to find a counselor for you? It might help you cope with the trauma."
Amp frowned and shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Sometimes the impact from trauma doesn't manifest until much later on-"
"I'm fine."
The doctor recoiled slightly from the girl's tone. She blinked, and finally nodded. "All right then. I'll leave you be for now. You know, if you change your mind, I...." Amp glared hotly at her, and she clamped her mouth shut. She stood and headed for the door. "I'll find you sister and send her back with your food."
Amp visibly melted into the bed. She was exhausted, but relieved. It would still be a long time before she no longer felt Grunt inside of her, even when her mutation activated. But at least now she could be confident that the feeling would fade with time.
And Vibe would never have to know how weak her sister had become.
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Jun 25, 2008 15:54:25 GMT -6
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>Vibe Thinks< ~ "Amp Speaks"
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5 ~Physical Strength~ 5
8 ~Agility~ 8
15 ~ Mental Strength ~ 9
11 ~ Stealth ~ 14
12 ~ Senses ~ 12
7/8 ~ Mutated Strength/Control ~ 9/8
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