“What were you on Earth?”
she said before taking another large gulp of her gritty protein shake. She
would save the oranges for last. They would be her reward for eating the rest
of her meal.
“I was a doctor. I will
still be a doctor here as well,” he stated.
She finished her drink
and opened her container of oranges. “And, you are going to Redex correct?” She
watched as he did the same.
He nodded his head. “Yes,
all thirty of us are.”
“And you say , I am your friend now? Your family now?” Michelle questioned.
He nodded again to
confirm. “Yes and I mean that. I mean I know I don’t know you well but we’re in
this together.”
“Then I have a favor to
ask,” she asked softly bringing her large green eyes to meet his pale blue
ones.
“What is it?” he asked
not breaking her gaze.
“If you are doctor I
believe you can do it,” she began.
“Do what?” he
interjected.
She uncovered the small
silver disc in her ear hidden by her thick auburn hair.
“I need this and I need
you to hide within me,” she said quickly covering it back up with her hair.
He grinned. “You’re a
smart one, Z.”
“I just had good advice
and a little luck is all,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Come, we don’t have
much time,” he said setting down the empty cup of mandarin oranges.
She stood and followed
him. They made their way down a long and winding hallway. It was such a large
station and there were only thirty others; it seemed like they could get away
with their little task. Chaos always provided a cover.
“With the security
systems up and down, I think my old medic badge will work,” he said as he
swiped the card and turned the handle to a room.
He put the lights on dim
and began to wash his hands.
“Sit on the floor,” he
ordered.
“The floor?” Michelle questioned without hiding the shock in her
voice.
“Yes,” he said in a
hushed tone.
Michelle crouched on
the cold floor.
This doesn’t seem very sanitary, I thought this guy was legit… Maybe I should ask what kind of doctor he was on Earth.
He began to quietly
take a tray with a disinfecting packet, a needle, and various
other medical equipment from the cabinet above the sink.
He lowered himself to
the floor and put on a pair of gloves.
“The floor in case
someone walks by. I don’t want them to see us through the window. You know we
could get in trouble if someone were to find us. We would probably have our
food rations revoked for two days. If they were mad enough you know they’d
slice the top part of your ear off,” he explained quietly.
She swallowed and
nodded. She knew what she was doing was against protocol, but she had to do it
anyway. She couldn’t stand to be another low ranking Earth Army soldier with no
clue as to what was going on.
“I’m sorry, Michelle but there is no time to get you something for the pain. Are you sure
you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes and hurry. I don’t want to get our food rations taken and I’d
like to keep my ear,” she said with pleading eyes.
“Michelle, this going
to be very painful without anesthesia, I can numb you a little with this cream,
but I feel as a medical professional I must warn you,” he said.
“I know, but it will be
even more painful not to know,” she replied solemnly.
“I’m going to disinfect
the area, apply a numbing cream, and then slice your upper ear and insert the
disc,” he said as he opened the disinfecting packet.
He pulled back the
auburn strands that were hiding the small grey disc and began to disinfect the
area as well as the top of her ear where he would re-implant the device to
ensure it would remain hidden.
“Who implanted this one
for you?” he whispered roughly.
Michelle took a deep
breath in trying to relax her racing heart.
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