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Timestamp: 70th – 75th of Fall
The first thing she remembered feeling was an uncomfortable nudging on her stomach, like fingertips pushing gently on the skin. It pushed once lightly, then again, harder. After a moment, it was gone and the darkness descended again.
On the occasions that she could see, vision consisted mostly of shifting shadows; a face, the flickering flame of a candle. The moments were all too fleeting.
Something hard moved down her throat, accepted by her body without protest. Something warm passed down through it, and she could feel it move comfortingly down her esophagus and into her stomach. Her stomach felt heavy. That feeling stayed.
Her eyes were open now, just enough to make out a pale face in front of her. The woman – she felt with certainty that it was female – was speaking to her. She wanted to remember the woman’s name, but the thought brought with it the horrible knowledge that there was much she could not remember.
A cerulean haze drew up out of the darkness and hovered before her, a row of white teeth splitting the field of color, making her violently uncomfortable. Her heavy stomach turned and she retreated gratefully to the darkness.
“…Rosela…”
The word caught in her consciousness like a hook and pulled her to the surface. She knew that word. It was her name.
Like pieces to a puzzle, consciousness patched itself together and memories became clearer. Her shop came to her mind often and she could see the clothes, the shelves, and the walls as clearly as if she were there herself. Her home did not come for some time though – was it days or hours?
Where was she? And why?
She remembered a dark night that felt like only the night before, and pain. Oh, horrible, blinding pain, then cold, cold water filling her nose and mouth, and then nothing. Only flashes in the dark, the warm trickle down the back of her throat, and the gentle presses against her stomach.
The first time she consciously opened her eyes, she could only see the plain, white ceiling. It was a victory though, she could feel that. Sheets were warm beneath her, and the tang of disinfectant stung her nose. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck. Movement to her left, and her slitted eyes struggled to track it. It was a woman, a Konti, carrying a basin. The woman stopped when their eyes met and broke into a wide, shocked smile – a movement Rosela could not even consider returning.
”What…” Rosela’s voice escaped from her throat like a puff of sand, grating and weak.
“Easy now, you’ll probably be a bit raw from the feeding tube. Let’s try some water first.” She set the basin down with a thump outside of Rosela’s limited range of vision and a white cloth appeared in front of her face. The cloth entered her mouth and, suddenly parched, she sucked with strength that surprised herself. The water was euphoria on her throat. “You know,” the woman continued. “I’m more than a little surprised to see you awake. We could see you drifting in and out, but nobody expected-“ A slight tickle turned into a hard cough, and the cloth immediately withdrew. “Easy now, it’s been a while since you swallowed on your own.”
Rosela’s body wracked with coughs, and one hand drew up on instinct to her mouth. The rest moved tremblingly to her stomach, to ease the weight that pressed there, made worse by the coughing. Fingertips touched exposed skin, protruding out further than it should. She could feel the woman next to her freeze and it only fed her own panic. She was wrong; something about her body was wrong.
“Now just relax, stay calm…” Her words were not calm and as her weight lifted from the bed, Rosela could hear her shuffle away with hurried whispers.
With an effort that felt as though she were moving a mountain, she lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. A plain, cream shirt, six arms and…a belly. A monstrous, bloated belly rising up in the part between her shirt and pants. Her hands were the first to begin trembling, but it spread to her arms and shoulders by the time she managed to place each of her hands on her swollen abdomen. It was hard and felt sickeningly unnatural. What did they put in her? Her heavy breath became keening cries as she stared down at her own, alien flesh.
What did they put in her?
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Timestamp: 70th – 75th of Fall
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The first thing she remembered feeling was an uncomfortable nudging on her stomach, like fingertips pushing gently on the skin. It pushed once lightly, then again, harder. After a moment, it was gone and the darkness descended again.
On the occasions that she could see, vision consisted mostly of shifting shadows; a face, the flickering flame of a candle. The moments were all too fleeting.
Something hard moved down her throat, accepted by her body without protest. Something warm passed down through it, and she could feel it move comfortingly down her esophagus and into her stomach. Her stomach felt heavy. That feeling stayed.
Her eyes were open now, just enough to make out a pale face in front of her. The woman – she felt with certainty that it was female – was speaking to her. She wanted to remember the woman’s name, but the thought brought with it the horrible knowledge that there was much she could not remember.
A cerulean haze drew up out of the darkness and hovered before her, a row of white teeth splitting the field of color, making her violently uncomfortable. Her heavy stomach turned and she retreated gratefully to the darkness.
“…Rosela…”
The word caught in her consciousness like a hook and pulled her to the surface. She knew that word. It was her name.
Like pieces to a puzzle, consciousness patched itself together and memories became clearer. Her shop came to her mind often and she could see the clothes, the shelves, and the walls as clearly as if she were there herself. Her home did not come for some time though – was it days or hours?
Where was she? And why?
She remembered a dark night that felt like only the night before, and pain. Oh, horrible, blinding pain, then cold, cold water filling her nose and mouth, and then nothing. Only flashes in the dark, the warm trickle down the back of her throat, and the gentle presses against her stomach.
The first time she consciously opened her eyes, she could only see the plain, white ceiling. It was a victory though, she could feel that. Sheets were warm beneath her, and the tang of disinfectant stung her nose. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck. Movement to her left, and her slitted eyes struggled to track it. It was a woman, a Konti, carrying a basin. The woman stopped when their eyes met and broke into a wide, shocked smile – a movement Rosela could not even consider returning.
”What…” Rosela’s voice escaped from her throat like a puff of sand, grating and weak.
“Easy now, you’ll probably be a bit raw from the feeding tube. Let’s try some water first.” She set the basin down with a thump outside of Rosela’s limited range of vision and a white cloth appeared in front of her face. The cloth entered her mouth and, suddenly parched, she sucked with strength that surprised herself. The water was euphoria on her throat. “You know,” the woman continued. “I’m more than a little surprised to see you awake. We could see you drifting in and out, but nobody expected-“ A slight tickle turned into a hard cough, and the cloth immediately withdrew. “Easy now, it’s been a while since you swallowed on your own.”
Rosela’s body wracked with coughs, and one hand drew up on instinct to her mouth. The rest moved tremblingly to her stomach, to ease the weight that pressed there, made worse by the coughing. Fingertips touched exposed skin, protruding out further than it should. She could feel the woman next to her freeze and it only fed her own panic. She was wrong; something about her body was wrong.
“Now just relax, stay calm…” Her words were not calm and as her weight lifted from the bed, Rosela could hear her shuffle away with hurried whispers.
With an effort that felt as though she were moving a mountain, she lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. A plain, cream shirt, six arms and…a belly. A monstrous, bloated belly rising up in the part between her shirt and pants. Her hands were the first to begin trembling, but it spread to her arms and shoulders by the time she managed to place each of her hands on her swollen abdomen. It was hard and felt sickeningly unnatural. What did they put in her? Her heavy breath became keening cries as she stared down at her own, alien flesh.
What did they put in her?
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