I wake up in a white room.
I’m back in the Research Center! I think, panicked. I try to sit up, but there’s something holding me down. I lie back down, and look around. There are machines I don’t recognize around, and someone enters through the open door.
She doesn’t speak, but checks a couple of the machines, and then turns to leave.
“Wait,” I call out weakly. She turns back.
“Yes?” She says.
“Did I pass?” I ask. She nods shortly and departs.
A few minutes later, Edward walks in. He’s smiling. “Congratulations, boy. We weren’t sure you’d make it.” He pats me on my good shoulder, my left one. “You had a punctured lung. It’s remarkable that you went as far as you did before collapsing.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just nod. Edward opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, then shuts it again, shaking his head.
“I’ll see what I can do about getting you out of that bed.” He says. “Do you feel strong enough to walk?” I nod.
Edward loosens the straps holding me down, and I slide my feet off the side of the bed, onto the floor. I’m dressed in clean, white clothing, much like I wore when I was in the Research Center.
“Where exactly am I?” I ask, “And how long have I been out?”
Edward stands by to help me if I lose my balance.
“Right now, you’re in a mobile hospital. We figured you wouldn’t want to go back to the Center for treatment. And you’ve only been out for a day. Really, you probably shouldn’t be able to walk.” He frowns.
I shrug. “I feel fine.” I say. I feel a bandage running across my chest. “Did I have any other injuries besides a punctured lung?” I say.
“Yes, a couple cracked ribs, and assorted bruises and scratches.” He says. “But the machines took care of those quickly enough, I see.”
I peel off my shirt to examine the bandage. I experimentally press it. It doesn’t hurt at all. Hmm.
I slip the shirt back on. “I’m ready to go.” I say.
He nods. “Follow me.”
He leads me through the door, down a couple hallways, and out a door. I step out onto the grass in the Training Field, and notice for the first time that I’m barefoot. I breathe in the clean, non-recycled air.
“What do I do next?” I say, turning to Edward.
“You’ll travel to the Capitol, and you’ll be given your first mission there.” He replies.
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The Proteus Trilogy: Book One: WarriorTeen Fiction
A teen called 1498 is raised in a place called the Research Center. He's trained to fight, and as time goes on his skills are put through tests, each one more difficult than the last. As he progresses, he begins to wonder, what is all of this for? A...