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Once again, your eyes meet Natalie's blazing amber orbs as she awaits for your approval to continue. But you set your mind long ago, steeling yourself, you bite down on your lip and nod her way. Instantly, with you barely registering, she inserts the tiny needle into your arm's vein. It's done.
"Alright, in a second I will ask you several questions and show you images, please, tell me what you think, meanwhile measuring your heart rate." She instructs you, and you nod again, increasingly feeling more and more light headed.
She looks at you owlishly, inspecting the effects, but you can't seem to care. You just wonder if you will look as good in glasses as she does. And they are androgynous too, so you can look handsome or pretty, depending on what you want at the time. So cool...
For sometime Nat asks you things in a hazy language you can't really comprehend, but thankfully, you mumble her responses anyways. At least you hopefully do. Then come the images - girls gossiping; *Big* girls; boys; money; house; a massive mansion; an alien, green thingy in a cute spaceship; large, faceless man in a suit; dresses and suits; weird hole in the ground; sweets; then the school itself, afterward it's too abstract to name... and more. So weird and confusing. Doesn't help the fact that she clearly haven't buttoned her cleavage all the way!
Weirdly enough, after a while, Natalie reaches and puts her fingers on your eyelids - she looks content with a small smirk and nod - closing them. Would would she-?
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You stir and jolt awake, eyes irritated by the wholesome, yet artificial light of the now familiar dove-colored infirmary. You are still lying on the hospital bed you were on before, but the curtains are wide open. Rubbing your eyes, you skim over the room and see Natalie writing something on the old looking console-like computer in her 'office' desk.
With a sidelong glance she spots you woken up, and quickly dashes towards you. "Woah. Easy there, you should be asleep for a while longer... But I guess it makes sense, given your results." Proffering you a hand, she helps you get up. "Go get a shower in the side room if you can. Sleep and cold showers are the easiest ways to combat the short-term effects of the high doses."
"D-doses of what?" You ask tentatively, still a little dazed.
"Of the air, in a way." She says sheepishly. "That drug I gave you is not much more that this gods-damned place's distilled and condensed air. Well, more like what's inside the air. Difficult to say if it's particles or not, as they remain unseen no matter how hard I try, but- oh. Nevermind."
It's actually truly airborne?! You gaze at her wide eyed, but she helps you towards the doors at the side of the room. Feeling a little overwhelmed, and with effects still lingering you just wobble to the supposed bathroom and shower. You could use one. A cold one at that.
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