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Hush

@bandagedschemer

The most vicious enemy is the one who was once your friend.

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|| Can everyone PLEASE give @HushHushTE a round of applause for giving me the best RP of my RP career?! *claps, standing up, still clapping*

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*My eyes open, light flooding in and rapidly shrinking my corneas. Tears well up from irritation, and my hand makes the natural motion to-

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-wipe them. They are stopped. My arms shake with effort, trying to move to my face, my head finally turning to see the straps holding me-

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-down. My head pounds with a consistent ache. My throat raw from blood, the taste of rust in my mouth. As my eyes finally adjust, I see-

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-where I am, medical equipment surrounding me with their clicks and whirs. I am in Arkham, the smell of the facility faintly hitting my-

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-nose. A doctor stands over me. One I haven't seen before. His hair messy and brown, his eyes dark. He smells of tobacco, his teeth-

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-yellowed with prolonged use.* "Welcome back to the land of consciousness, Mr. Elliot." *His voice is peculiar, not precisely deep, as if-

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-it is struggling to get there. His breath is worse than his overall stench, a mix of chewed food and tobacco. It hits me that he welcomed-

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-me back to consciousness. This is the first time I've been awake since my encounter with Bruce. More bitterness fills my mouth, the taste-

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-of defeat never sweet.* "I understand that you may be frustrated with your lack of movement, Mr. Elliot, but we could not run the risk of-

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-you injuring yourself during your unconsciousness. Don't worry, once you're in your room, you will be free to move. All will be well." *I-

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-never take my eyes off of him, my disdain evident. Suddenly I am moving, the wheels of my medical cart rolling along the floor of the-

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-hall. We enter the Patient's Ward, the noise level instantly increasing as a variety of screams, laughs, and cries fills the air. My name-

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-is shouted once or twice, and eventually we stop, and I am lifted up off the chair, being lead into my room. I'm lain down on my bed, the-

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-stiff coldness of it familiar to me.* "Rest well Mr. Elliot." *The same voice rings out as my door closes, the lock activating. I try to-

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-move, my body instantly telling me that is the wrong move. I curse, my voice scratchy, and lay back down. Home sweet home.*