Who: Madison and OPEN When: Around 9am Where: 2nd floor, her room, then (once she gets how to get out) around the lounge area
Madison had not felt like this upon waking up in a very long time. Outside the loony bin she refrained from doing drugs, and therefore she couldn't associate this to anything but that experience. Well over ten years had gone by since she had last woken up groggy and so heavy she drifted in and out of consciousness for some time still. These were the telltale signs of medication; everybody got it regardless of their particular issue at the hospital, supposedly for their own good but mostly not to start shit when the hospital was understaffed. This was stronger, of course; probably the kind of thing they injected you with when you had an episode. Madison hadn't had one of those in even longer than ten years and even when she had, it hadn't been about her illness, but about an unmistakable desire to just break things. Set the world on fire.
Lying on her back, Madison allowed her body to catch up with her brain as slowly as it needed to, while anxiety rose up in her chest. Was she back there again? It made no sense, she had been fine, out of there for years, back on track with the shrinking and meds and everything. Surely her shrink wouldn't just snatch her in the parking lot to commit her against her will. Would he?
She raised her arm slowly and felt a pricking pain. Needles, Madison thought, and sure enough there was the IV. Then, she noticed the bracelet, but didn't care to read what was on it. Just about to panic, sure that this was a mental hospital she had somehow been recommitted to, Madison looked around. The rooms in her former one weren't this well decorated, nor this spacious. Or, really, this single. As she raised her head to look around, Madison didn't find any other beds or other people. And really, this room was nothing like any hospital she had ever seen.
This must be something else. As she pushed herself upward, Madison noticed the camera on the corner of the room, just between the wall and the ceiling, and was startled into immobility. Beneath the camera, a cardboard box on the floor. Curiouser and curiouser. Looking back at the IV, Madison soon realized she wasn't going to be able to go anywhere with the needle stuck in her arm; it was either stay where she was, or rip it out and brace for blood. There might not even be any, but the prospect was enough to keep Madison still for a few more seconds. Closing her eyes, she pulled on the needle abruptly, opening one eye and then the other as she wiped the arm with her other hand.There had been blood, it was smeared on her arm and a bit in her hand and Madison's breath accelerated again. She felt about to panic, but somehow also more alert.
"Focus, focus. Focus." She murmured to herself, on all fours at the foot of the bed trying to regain her breath. There was a desk on the wall to her right - literally sticking out of the wall - and a computer. But first, the box. Stumbling off the bed Madison rushed to open it, trying to blink away the sight of blood, and found her skirt, tights, shirt...All the clothing she had been wearing last time she remembered anything. Reaching the bottom of the box, Madison realized her purse - and personal effects, including the car keys - were not included.
After changing into her own clothes and going to the bathroom, where she washed her face, Madison tried the only other door at her disposal - and found that it wouldn't budge. It was only then that she bothered to read what was on the bracelet - a subject number. Subject, not patient. This was definitely something else. Once again, panic began to rise within her and Madison started knocking, pulling at the doorknob, then banging on the door with both fists. "Hello? Anyone out there? HELLO?"