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The Story:
She opened her eyes. A bright light was blaring down at her, concealing the rest of the room behind a curtain of darkness. Her ankles and wrists were trapped under thick straps.
She struggled to free her right hand from its strap but paused when a silhouetted figure blocked out a portion of the light. She screamed, but no one came and the figure didn’t move.
“Let me go,” she demanded through gaps in her labored breathing.
Lights in the ceiling powered on, and the room became bright. It was completely white, with a large mirror in the wall to her left, which she assumed was a two-way.
The figure standing over her was a man. He pinched the surgical mask on his face and pulled it down to reveal his nose and mouth.
“Hawk? What’s going on? Let me out of here!”
“I’m sorry, Meg. But you have to stay.”
He looked as though he were about to cry. She didn’t have to ask anymore questions, but she couldn’t stop herself because just maybe she could be wrong. He hadn’t said it yet. She could be wrong.
“Yes, you’ve contracted it.”
She laid her head back and shut her eyes. In the back of her mind, the wonder of what she would do in their situation was always there. Those who contracted it had only months to live. What do you do when you have nothing to lose?
“What cycle?”
“You’re in cycle one.”
“So, why am I here? Why am I not in quarantine?”
“Because, Meg…”
He looked at the two-way mirror as if he needed to ask permission from the observers on the other side. The mirror faded into clear glass, revealing two men and one woman who were all wearing business suits. The man in the middle shook his head no.
“Um… We just need a few samples for more study.”
“Hawk, please. Please…” she begged with tears beginning to roll down her face.
Hawk looked at the people behind the glass again, contemplating his punishment before whipping his head back around to face Meg. Security guards burst into the room.
“Because you’re pregnant, Meg! They’ll take the baby! You have to live, Meg! Fight it! Fight!”
They dragged him out of the room and the door shut, leaving her in silence.
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