Instead of the white room for the second half of the day, I was brought into the infirmary.
Needle-nurse still didn't look me into my eyes, but she seemed to still do her job. Without giving me any more information, she came to me with—how could it be otherwise—a needle in hand. Only that this one was way bigger than the one before.
"Shouldn't you, as a medical staff, tell me what you are going to do?" I asked her sharply, but she paid me no mind.
"Take off your shirt." She said with a pursed mouth.
"And how the fuck would I do that with my hands cuffed? And what the hell are you doing with that extra-large needle? If you are too scared to look into my eyes, then just get yourself another job; how about that?" Neither did she want to be here; I mean, yeah, I get it; who would? But her behavior was going on my nerves.
Needle-Nurse looked up at me with a glare, very good.
"See? You can do it." I mocked her with a smirk.
The lady appeared to have it with me and motioned for the guards who stood by. They did not only uncuff me, but also stripped me of my prison shirt and pressed me stomach-first on the hospital bed. Good, very good. I will remember that. I will cut off her bun, like Henry did with gayman.
In the middle of my back, a bit under my shoulder blades, where my spine was, I felt the needle entering my flesh. It wasn't that painful, and I was more scared that that bitch would slip up and render me crippled.
"He is chipped." She said, and I got the feeling that I was nothing more than a dog; even how they held me was similar to a vet holding down an aggressive pet.
When I had seen the needle, I had already figured that it was about this; the warden had already told me, but still, it would be a blast to have someone behave, if not professionally, then at least humanly.
Next she took some of my blood, more needles, then she made a check-up, I stood on a scale, then I was measured in height, then I was brought out.
When I left the hospital ward, I saw one of the baldies being brought by a guard. Baldy had a sardonic smile on his face when he glanced at me. So this creep is coming to the expedition as well, or was it a coincidence? Not that I complain; I have no problems with taking unnecessary people out, especially when they are after me.
I told the guard that I needed to use the restroom and was brought back to my cell for doing so. The guard, meanwhile, stood in front of the prison door, watching me like a pervert. What the fuck? Thanks to him, I could not try to conjure up the gun, so I just did my business and let myself be brought to the white room again.
There I tried to reach the spot I was chipped. They really went for the most impossible place to reach. But if I turned my hand uncomfortably, I could graze the place with the back of my hand. I really felt a swelling, and with a bit of pressure, I could feel the GPS locator.
Why are they doing this? I can imagine that in this whole month, they had also brought people down in the earth hole equipped with GPS, maybe not in their bodies, but on them. If the GPS didn't work, there was no reason to locate people; then why go through this?
Moreover, the examinations. It seemed like they wanted to have a 'Before'-state to compare it to an 'After'-state. If it was so difficult to come back, why think I was able to come back for a comparison?
And what did it matter? If I went down, then up again, what exactly do they think would have changed regarding my weight and height, as well as my blood?
If you ask me, I say there were people who had been able to come back from that hole, but they had changed, and it was because of that, that they are sending down cannon fodder to make more tests.
However, if they know something is gravely wrong, parallel-world wrong, does that mean such cases as my own have already happened? Or had they come up with everything within one month? That's a bit too fast. And why am I one of the people who were asked? I am not even of age. No attorney, no rights, no news.
And IF THEY KNEW THAT PARALLEL-WORLDS ARE A THING, HOW COME I AM IN PRISON AS A CONVICTED MURDERER RIGHT NOW?
Damn, I am angry again. Fuck it. I tried to sleep a bit only to startle awake a few times and went back to counting tiles while doing a few exercises. At the end, I just randomly jogged in a circle inside the white room.
When it was time for dinner, I was taken to the dining room. I think I spotted short-haired gayman with a new haircut somewhere, and the muscular guy beside him as they stared at somebody. Following their gazes, I was met with blue eyes. So this feud wasn't over yet, figured.
Henry also spotted me and came to me at the end of the row for dinner.
"You were at the hospital ward?" He was surprisingly well-informed.
"You have a mole in here?" I asked back.
"Yep." He smiled down at me. Did he become taller? It somehow seemed so compared to when we met; his shoulders also seemed wider, and his Adams apple was more protruding.
"College isn't necessary anymore, so before coming here, I went and got myself a high-ranking mole bribed."
"That's… a way to prepare yourself."
"If not preparing for prison, then for what?" He asked me with a smirk,
"Apocalypse?"