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Amelia yelped, she was falling, fast and hard. Her body was speeding out of control so quickly she could feel the white surge of energy pass through her veins, boiling her blood. She grabbed what she thought was Warren and dug her nails into his arm. The pain he felt non-existent. Her nails piercing his skin again, still nothing.590Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYtpy7M4ihZ
"Amelia, calm down. You're thinking about it. Please." Warren tried to soothe her, holding her in place on his bed. Bringing her down from being airborne was hard enough. Now she was fighting, and he was the target.
"I can't…I can't control it. No…I can't control. Too hard…I could feel power, ugh, getting stronger. I can fly. I am flying. I'm feeling it everywhere." The more she struggled to contain herself the tighter Warren's hold came over her. The heat was growing intensely by the second. She was burning up.
"Shh, please, control it. You can fight it Amelia. I know you can. Please." Warren's pleading voice called out when he grabbed the cuffs from his pocket.
He worked to unfasten the cuffs and clipped one of her wrists inside one. The other one posed a challenge. She bucked her hips high and that sent a chink in his direct hold on her. With one hand he pushed her chest down with all his strength and sped to hook her free hand around the top of the bed post, locking it in position. She writhed underneath him. The vibration from her legs gradually growing in power. Once he heard the click of the cuffs he pulled away from her, holding her legs that were kicking up in the air. One foot colliding with his cheek but it was brushed away as if it didn't happen. All of the rest of the power working through her legs but Warren promptly held them in place. Her legs burning his hand.
There was a hard knock at the door. Warren nodded his head, turning his body halfway. He turned back to Amelia as he answered. "It's open Doc."
The door opened and in walked Dr. Moira MacTaggert. Warren didn't know who else to turn to. He phoned the closest person who could make some sense out of genetic mutation. Moira was the only person who understood genetics and could figure out what's going on. He heard the doctor walk in from behind and watched as she rushed to the bedroom looking disheveled and amiss. Almost as if she just saw him for the first time. She knew of Warren through his father, when she was a part of the research team to develop the antibody cure for mutants. It had been a long time but Moira abandoned the research when she learned of the dangers behind the message of the cure. She left the practice and took to private cases now. Warren being one of her patients, she never lost contact.
Moira hurriedly set near the bed a case she had been holding and unlocked the box pulling from it a syringe filled with light green liquid. She looked at Warren sternly while she tapped the hypodermic needle of the syringe erasing any air bubbles. She looked between Warren and the abrasive young girl pulling at cuffs from the bed post. The girl's hands growing more blotchy and red the harder she pulled. Her head bouncing up and down like a fish out of water.
When Moira approached her, Amelia's right leg came up almost hitting Moira's face. "Bullocks." Her Scottish brogue huffed.
She pulled back, looking at Warren, her voice commanding, "Hold her down." Warren obeyed and moved back on top of her, holding her legs that were still kicking crazily in the air as if she was a upside down turtle. When Warren held her together, Moira started to administer the medicine.
Warren watched the process and felt her struggles started slowing. He wasn't sure what just happened or why Amelia reacted so quickly to the injection. His eyes turned to the doctor giving Amelia the last of the liquid.
"What are you giving her?"
"Sedative. Muscle relaxer. She won't feel anything completely in 5 minutes. I gave her enough dosage to make sure her heart won't slow comepletly. Any more and it might. Warren keep her still. She may seizure as a side effect. I can't have that while the needle is in." Warren followed orders and held her stronger even though he could feel her entire body slipping under with little shakes here and there.
"Will she be OK?"
When the doctor pulled out the syringe she placed it back inside the case. She took a deep breath and reached back inside taking out a fresh tube, hooking it behind a clean syringe. "I need a sample. It's the only way to examine the mutation completely." She brought up the new syringe, bringing it up to her arm, a vein she didn't touch yet. She swabbed her arm with rubbing alcohol and moved the hypothermic into the vein. She pulled back the nuzzle when the tube was a quarter of the way full of her blood sample and placed a cotton ball over the prick.
She pulled masking tape over the cotton ball and placed the sample back into the case. She breathed out and came off her knees to stand. Her own blood rushing to her knees as she began to regroup her professionalism.
Warren was scared. All this medical stuff he'd seen before but never like this. Never with somebody he knew. He eased up a little and climbed off her body as he felt her motions go completely limp. Her cuffed hands were faded to the sides, resembling banana peels. He looked at Amelia once more before he turned to the doctor collecting more information.
"What's going on?" Warren gulped. His skin shivering before he got an answer.
Moira looked up from her case then back down going straight to pack up the materials. "Testing first. I'll know more once it has been looked at more thoroughly. Right now, she is stable. Barely. I haven't seen any mutant like this before. Was her iris stagnant before last night?"
Warren didn't realize his eyes were beginning to water as she questioned him. He quickly shook from it and cleared his throat trying to remember. "Yes, this is her... mutation. The colors she says are connected with her emotions. The ray of light also casts a warm shadow when she shifts colors."
Moira quickly took more notes releasing more tension from her chest. "When she wakes up, let me know right away. She's prone to, be a little… different. Maybe slightly calmer, depending on the reaction."
Warren brow furrowed. "Isn't that a good thing though? I mean before she almost matched my strength. What's going to happen when she wakes up?"
Moira looked at Amelia then back to Warren, her eyes clouding with shadows he wasn't familiar with. "I don't know. But maybe hopefully she'll know the difference between reality and dreams. Hallucinations possibly might occur. Most mutants react quite differently than humans to western medicine. Never leave her side, she could be a little... self-destructive."
"What?" Warren almost shouted, startling Moira mid-writing.
Moira stopped her writing and pulled Warren to the kitchen, whispering. "You can never be too sure. Watch her."
Warren looked at the doctor for a moment and glanced behind to stare at Amelia. Her body was resting like a princess in a deep sleep. Her chest rising with each silent breath. He just wished he knew more. Why reacted to the treatment like this. Everything was one big question and he just wanted it all answered and put to rest. Warren sighed after looking at her another second. His eyes fearful of any second now with her. He gulped but nodded as he turned back to the doctor.
"I will. Thank you." He said gently, meaning every word.
Moira slowly nodded giving a small smile. She shared his look and couldn't help but ask. "Do you know the gull?"
Warren instantly looked to the ground, his face flushed, his mind flustered. "I—"
Moira cut him off. "It's OK. I understand. Please contact me once you see anything. It is vital."
When Warren gave a crooked smile, the doctor began to walk to the front door. Warren turned around to gaze at the bed as he heard the door close in the background. Now what? Seeing her like this was a terrifying image. His eyes were calling out to her as if she could hear him telepathically. It wasn't the case here. His eyes danced up her body to her wrists, dangling from the top of the bed post just as he left it.
Instinctively he reached inside his pockets and fished out a small key. At this point maybe it was safe to remove the restraints. Possibly would make things easier for her, and him. He calmly walked to the left corner of the bed, kneeing down silently. Her elongated lashes resting atop her checks like soft pillows. She looked completely relaxed. The sedative was doing its job so far. Was it safe to unshackle her wrists? He wrestled with the idea it for a second.
He shook his head quickly and reached to fit the key into the lock, gently unhooking both her wrists, beginning to lay both hands at her sides. He placed the cuffs inside his pocket in case something dire arises. The words "self destruction" circled his mind repeatedly as he brought both her hands to rest near her hips. He held one limp hand and let the other one go. His eyes came to her face, perspiration droplets sliding down the sides of her face as her skin tone still held a reddening shade. He looked to the bathroom for a moment as he thought of something.
He slowly unlaced his fingers from her hand and got halfway up the floor only to be pulled back in place.
She was awake. Her fingers took back their place and her eyes started to open, a soft pink dripping from them.
"Don't leave my Prince."
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