L4D- Chp. Six: The Cure

Chapter Six: The Cure

I lay strapped down to a metal table it was in a tent that was among many others. I could hear nurses, doctors and sciencetist. “She’s a Witch type B negative,” A nurse said flipping through a clipboard after examining me, “Her claws are five inches long,” she continued telling the doctor and sciencetist, “She seemed to have devoured more than ten but less than thirty humans in the time of her infection.” I stayed on that for a while. They could tell how many people I’ve eaten? “But, the only thing I’m worried about Dr. Feliks is she seemed to have… Changed more.” The nurse said, in hushed tones but I could still hear them.
“What do you mean, Tiffany?” Dr. Feliks asked. I couldn’t see them from being strapped down.
“She’s… She seems to not have cried much.” Tiffany said I could hear her nails clack on the clipboard out of nervousness? Anxiety?
“Dr. Willson,” I heard feet shuffling then someone say:
“Yes?” I guess that was Dr. Willson.
“When you were researching the virus, was it possible for the special infected to... Change their behavior?” Dr. Feliks asked I could hear a hint of anxiety in his voice too.
“Hmm... What type is she?” Dr. Willson asked, I could hear more feet shuffling they must be pacing in thought.
“Type B negative is that a problem, sir?” Dr. Feliks asked.
“Maybe… Many of the negative typed infected seemed to be able to still have human qualities.” I heard their feet shuffle then my eyes burned as a glare of a lamp above me was flipped on. When I opened them I saw two shadows standing over me, one was a bald white man, he was in scrubs and a white coat, he had glasses and what looked like swamp green eyes, he must be the doctor. I looked to the other side and saw another white man with short blond hair, he was wearing a white button up coat as well, he had gray eyes, he’s the sciencetist. “But, as you can see, Dr. Feliks, she seems to be aware of what we’re saying, what we’re doing. Hell, she can probably understand every single word we’re saying. Another thing is, she’s not lashing out and screaming madly from the bright light we have just placed directly over her face.” Dr. Willson said. I just stared at them, going back and forth from their eyes.
“Hmm….” Dr. Feliks muttered, tapping his chin in thought, “So, she could have changed into the Witch but eventually got back her human qualities?” he asked, looking back over at Dr. Willson, who nodded, “Interesting… Should we leave her like this and run more test on her?” he asked.
My eyes grew wide and round in shock and terror. That’s the last thing I wanted to happen! “She seems to be aware of what we’re saying, we should take this outside.” Dr. Willson said grabbing Dr. Feliks arm, leaving the tent.
I started to panic, trying to look around the room but the straps were too tight on me, holding me down strongly. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down I pictured myself as my old human self, laying in a field of flowers, the sun was bright and zombies were all dead, but that image soon turned into one of terror. The sky going dark and red, the sun hiding behind dark clouds. I sat up in the decaying field of flowers as zombies rushed over to me. I screamed coming back to reality. The flap to the tent was pushed away as Dr. Willson and Dr. Feliks, I was trashing against the straps, “Dr. Willson, what’s going on?!” Dr. Feliks yelled as he held me down some.
I took a deep breath then calmed down. Dr. Feliks let go of me and pushed Dr. Willson over to the corner of the tent, yelling at him in hushed tones. A nurse stood by me, checking on my rates, making sure everything was working. “Tiffany,” the nurse looked over at Dr. Feliks, “Go get it.” He said. Tiffany nodded and left the tent.
The two doctors came back over to me and looked down at me, “It’s gonna be hard to find another negative type special infected.” Dr. Willson said, running his hand through his blond hair, he seemed tired and run down.
“Don’t worry,” Dr. Feliks said, patting my shoulder, “We’ll make you better.” He said, smiling.
I smiled back and the tent flapped opened again, Tiffany and another nurse had walked in, pushing a cart that had tubes and needles on it. The liquid had a blue tint to it, Tiffany picked up the tube filled with the blue liquid and carefully placed it in the gun that the other nurse was holding carefully. Dr. Feliks carefully grabbed the gun that held the cure. The cure to all my problems, the cure to my life. My normal, human life. I felt like I was glowing as he tapped the tube slightly as Dr. Willson cleaned off a spot in my arm, Dr. Feliks put the needle to my arm and I closed my eyes, I felt the short pain as the needle entered my skin, then a sharp tickle as the cure was injected into me. I’m cured… Was all I could think.
Dr. Feliks patted the area that was injected with the cure, I felt my eyelids get droopy, am I suppose to get tired? I tried to keep them open, but failed. They slid closed and I rested… It was the first time in weeks. And I dreamed… Not sure what I dreamed of… Just dreamed.