Chapter 88: The Infirmary... Again
::ANGELICA IS THE VARIABLE. KILL HER BEFORE ’IT’ HAPPENS AGAIN!::
"Haah!" I gasped, springing up from the infirmary bed to find a familiar white ceiling staring back at me.
Fuck.
What was that?
I looked around, and sure enough, I was in the infirmary. The reason I was able to realize this so quickly was that, as Azalea, I had been here over a thousand and one times. In fact, I was here about four times a week if time permitted. There was always just that bully to encounter, that person to save that would nearly get me killed, or that experiment that blew up in my face. It’s a wonder I survived till this day. Well, that aside...
WHAT WAS THAT?
That voice... it was exactly like mine.
Is it... the altar?
Tsk.
I can’t tell, but it said something about killing Angelica. Could it be that bitch would be more trouble than I predicted? I mean I know she’s one scheming bitch, but that voice sounded different. It sounded afraid. Terrified. Of her. I was terrified of her. What the hell is really happening?
The infirmary smelled like antiseptic and lavender, a combination that always made my stomach turn. White curtains hung between the beds, creating little pockets of privacy that never felt private enough. The afternoon light filtered through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Everything looked normal, but that voice kept echoing in my head.
"You’re awake," I heard, and it was now I actually realized Tracy was here. She was seated just beside me, her expression somewhat dark and unreadable.