Rebecca pt3

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After Dr.Curt Connors visit, the passing days were all uneventful in the infirmary, Rebecca seemed to have recovered some. Minor PTSD-related incidents, but the company had dropped their quarantine. With some reluctance from the higher ups, the discharge seemed not far away.

With respect for Rebecca's well-being, Gregory kept off the subject of the incident when he came to visit her. But before she would be discharged, he hoped for at least a clue to the experience.

Her other co-workers had visited her just before Gregory, with a basket full of fruits and chocolate, which she now happily nibbled on a peeled banana from as he entered.
"Oh hello my dear , I am delighted to see you got your appetite back." He said to his young colleague.
"Hi professor" she replied with her mouth full.

He sat down, surprised as Rebecca offered him a banana.
"Thank you dear... So, how do you do?" He asked while peeling the banana.

"Fine thank you, the nurse said they might let me home soon." She said, absorbed in eating the banana.
"How is the project going?" She asked, suddenly looking up at Gregory.
"Yes, I heard, I hope soon, I guess the infirmary is quite boring.
Oh, well, the project was put on hold for now." He replied.
The quick turns from his colleague felt odd, but he shrugged it off as a result from the trauma.
"Tell me, if you don´t mind, can you tell me about the incident? We are all curious about it... Particularly, YOUR contact with the subject." He asked, with as much calm he could in his voice.

He could see her change in expression, as she stopped from taking another bite... Emotionless, Hazy eyes. And then she continued eating, Ignoring his questions.

"I understand you don´t want to talk about it, I wont bring it up." He said, mot sure whether to let go or wait a little.

"I... I remember intense pain, fear, of dying... Of being left alone, rejected. It´s odd... all the voices, screaming" She said, almost in a trance.
"Voices? Are you saying there is more than one mind? Extraordinary, Oh sorry, do continue." He said out loud, confused about some things she mentioned.
"Shey said I could go home soon, can I go home?" She asked, looking up on Gregory, eyes wide open, a dark, emotionless stare, starting to tear up.
"I want to go home, why cant I go home? Asking and repeating, over and over. Tears running down her cheeks.
"My dear, I don´t know, I will ask them after" He said, as he stood up, wanting to embrace his young colleague.
Suddenly agitated, she pushed him away.
"NO, DON´T TOUCH ME, I WANT... TO GO HOME.. WHY CANT I GO HOME" she screamed, a torrent of emotions welling up.
"WHY WONT THESE FUCKERS LET ME GO HOME." She screamed out loud.
Gregory was shocked by his colleague´s sudden behaviour. She threw the basket at the nurses hurrying into the room, the fruits flying all over. a banana-peel hit Gregory in the face.

This was not the Rebecca he once knew, most likely this too was due to the trauma, and with the new information he got from her...
Kicking and screaming her lungs out, struggling with the nurses holding her down, she calmed down, crying and sobbing.
She looked up at Gregory, her eyes said it all; help me. This time, she did not push him away as he hugged her.

"I just want to go home" she whispered between sobbing.
"I´ll see what I can do" he said.


He was not sure now, if going home was the best for her right now. But at the same time, understood and pitied her. He hated seeing like this. Rebecca´s trauma seemed more severe than they first thought.

She fell asleep in his arms, he carefully laid her down in the bed, and then went to push for her discharge.


Rebecca found herself in a white room, She felt safe. The warmth of a embrace lingered around her. She lay there, enjoying the warmth. Feeling a tugging at her toe, Looking down, she noticed a black thread tied around it, the thread leading away into the white distance. She tried to follow it, but as she came closer to an end she thought. She blinked.
Waking up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She noticed that she was not in the infirmary any more. The pillows scent familiar, and her little black cat-plushie stood there beside her on the bed-table. Home. Her heart fluttered and she breathed out a sigh of relief, tears welling up, hiding under the quilt...
"we´re home" she did not notice it herself, when she said it.

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Outside, night had already fallen, a dark figure stared up in the direction of Rebecca Holst apartment.
"Smells sooo tasty~" a raspy male voice could be heard from the figure.

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Back In the Laboratory, Gregory checked through the readings from the last few hours.

"Not just one mind..." He said out loud. Through all the research-data, he noticed One minimal change, barely noticeable. He had to double-check, the old file from before the incident. maybe the stress from the alarm, the presence of the intruder, or the contact with a human. Something in the subject had changed. No change in mass, nothing could be seen on the substance behaviour.
The professor got an eerie feeling...