Junko returned to her squads base, heavily injured, her gigai wounded greviously, she limped to the gates, and collapsed, before the medics got to her. They immediately got a stretcher, and the sun blinded her as Junko looked in the sky…
She next awoke to see florescent lights and the smell of antiseptic, but his was brief, she was surrounded by people who wore masks, and were focused on her stomache, she couldn’t hear, feel, or move anything, just see the blur of people focusing on her stomache. She grunted abit, and a masked person shot something into an IV, and she was out again.
Junko awoke, staring at the ceiling, Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The regular pulse the machine next to her, it measured her heart rate, but she had no idea what it was called. She stared at the florescent lighting, the edge of her vision blurred… She decided recovery was best served in baby steps… Or whatever the actual saying was… First she wiggled her toes, at least those worked, or she thought they worked, but saying as she couldn’t actually see them, she assumed they did. She wiggled her fingers, and again the same response. She waited to try the next thing, she moved her head, raising it to see that her toes did in fact work, as well as her fingers… Her head bumped back to the table, and she groaned in pain… She foggily heard the words, “Nurse, she’s awake!”. Junko tried to sit up, moving her arms to try and brace herself. But that didn’t happen quickly, and a nurse in teal scrubs, Caucasian, a male, cute, even by her standards.
He flashed a flashlight in her eyes, and said something that she didn’t make out to someone out of her line of sight. “Can you hear me?”, he said. Junko did the best impression of a nod to him, she had no idea where she was, or what her status was, but she could simply stare at this fine looking man all day…
He stopped standing over Junko after what seemed like an eternity, and walked over to her IV and inserted a needle, pumping her full of anesthetic. With that she passed out… Again…
She woke up, staring into the same white light, her vision wasn’t blurred, she was in a hospital, the smell, the lights, and the décor indicated that she was in a hospital. The beeping returned, this time not a reassuring reminder of her life, but an annoying indicator that she was strapped to a bed, tubes, fluids, and more shit than she can mention stuck in this body. Her body…
This was more an extention of herself than, more than that, she was in pain… She tried to sit up, and forgot, she was strapped down… She wondered why… She moved her hands around, and found some buttons on her chair, two infact, clearly buttons to raise her chair, or at least hopefully. She pressed them, and more of this hospital came into view. She was in an full room, the rest of the patients comatose… there were 3 more, and all of them had been comatose for a long time, the life support systems inciated that.
She wondered if this was odd, and thought back to the 4th squad barracks in Sereitei… this was nothing like those, but unless she had been comatose, and judging by the unused life support equipment next to her, she didn’t think so, or at least, not for long.
Junko watched as the door at the far end of the room was opened and 3 men walked in… all in suits, sunglasses, and Caucasian, brown hair, and an ear transmitter. One held a briefcase… jet black with chrome fastenings. Their hair was military style, but these guys didn’t need it, they meant business. Not only that, but these guys radiated spiritual power. Between them, it was oppressive… Junko felt herself break out in sweat… She connected the dots quickly, but these guys knew she was a shinigami. Otherwise why have straps, the practically vacant room. And these mysterious cords hooked up to her.
Two of those men stayed by the door, but the third, the one with the briefcase walked over to her bed, his mirrored lenses of his glasses truly intimidating Junko… She had no idea how these people knew what she was.
He said nothing to Junko, he stood and opened his briefcase, setting it on a bedside table. Junko couldn’t see what he was looking at, but he made no expression of emotion. He just looked over to her and said in a cold raspy voice, “I know what you are”, Junko shivered, trembled perhaps. She would never admit it afterward, but she knew this man would do things to her… Things that even the nastiest interrogator of the 2nd squad could imagine. He would do it without remorse, she wasn’t a person to him, she was a box, and her mind was a lock…
“You will be watched, don’t try to run, or you die… we will contact you when we want you.”
And he calmly picked up his things, and walked out pausing at the door to say, “Get well”. And with that, he walked out the door, leaving Junko nearly soaked in her own sweat. Trembling… She was still strapped to the bed, and her wounds bandages were sliding out. Junko didn’t care about that now… She was genuinely scared… She wanted to crawl in a corner and hide… But she just shivered, listening to the beeping of her heart monitor…
Subject: The Agency P. 1(Solo) 
Tue Feb 21, 2012 9:51 pm
