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#42

By @Nanashi

Chapter 1

I’ve had a highly classified disease my entire life, so classified I’m not even allowed to know it’s name. The doctors have told me that the sickness causes the mind to be quicker to violence, which is why I always have restraints on. However, I wake up and find that I have no restraints. No one comes to sedate when I wait, so I gingerly sit up and move my legs over the side of my could metal bed. When still no one comes, I stand up. I begin to walk, but my legs are unsteady, so I cling to my bed for support.

Now, a doctor comes in, and I start to panic. I don’t want to be sedated, not when I’m no longer restrained, but then I find she has no syringe, no signs of any sedatives.

“Hello, Eden,” the doctor says in an even tone. She has a white waistcoat on, with pants to match it. She wears a stethoscope around her neck, and a bluish-green shirt. It’s very different from what I’m wearing, which is a thin blue nightgown.

“Hello, Dr.Olivia,” I say, peering at her name tag.

“I am pleased to inform you that, with help from many other doctors, you have been cured of your disease,” she informs me. “You are free to roam the building and use the exercise equipment as you see fit. In a matter of days you will have a schedule to follow for education and your well-being.”

“Thank you,” I say, then she exits the room and I follow suit.

I wander the building with little more than that to do. I haven’t seen many people, and those that I Have seen are only doctors rushing across hallways.

The next day, while I ‘m eating breakfast, the same doctor I had met before comes up to me and sits down.

“Eden, you’ve never been told this because we were afraid of how you would react since you were still sick, but you have a brother.”

I nod in understanding, too busy eating to talk.

“He has a disease as well, but a different one. It’s very different from the one you had, and it isn’t contagious. Would you like to meet him?”

“I pause my eating to ask a question. “What’s his name?”

“Elliot,” the doctor replies.

Yes please,” I say as my mind starts spinning with all the possibilities of a brother. What will I say to him? How does he act? What does he look like? What will he think of me? I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I almost miss Dr.Olivia’s next words.

“You might be surprised by how he looks. He has a rare skin condition that’s called Albinism,” she says, then gets up to leave. “At twelve hundred come back here so I can take you to meet him.”

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