Alaisia
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- Joined
- Jan 25, 2014
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The effort to move was the worst part of healing. Not sure of who was helping her, Alaisia fell in and out of sleep. Each time she woke, she would be alone... but her wounds would be newly bandaged and there would be a tray of food on a table beside her bed. As time passed and she grew strong enough to stand on her own, without leaning on something for balance, she became restless. She knew she was on the planet Manaan. She knew the ship she had come on had crashed into the vast oceans. But beyond that, it was blank.
Sitting up, Alaisia glanced around herself, searching for some sign of the one helping her. She looked to the table and saw the plate of food that was always there. Beyond that, the locked door. The last time she had managed to stand up and stay up long enough to cross to the door across the room, she had found it locked. She had knocked, yelled, and then given up and returned to her bed. Perhaps it was for her safety. Maybe the reason was that she was being kept prisoner.
Today would be the day she would get out, and she was sure of it. Though the room was basically bare, it did have a couple chairs and a few boxes that she might be able to use. She hadn't tested the boxes, but they looked sturdy. They would be used as a last resort. The room, though, had high walls and only one window. The window, though high above the ground, would be her way out. Her tunic, sewn back together where it was ripped in the crash, would protect her a little from the elements. And she had the two medpacks she had managed to bring with her from home.
"Okay," she said as she pulled one of the chairs beneath the window. "Here goes nothing."
Sitting up, Alaisia glanced around herself, searching for some sign of the one helping her. She looked to the table and saw the plate of food that was always there. Beyond that, the locked door. The last time she had managed to stand up and stay up long enough to cross to the door across the room, she had found it locked. She had knocked, yelled, and then given up and returned to her bed. Perhaps it was for her safety. Maybe the reason was that she was being kept prisoner.
Today would be the day she would get out, and she was sure of it. Though the room was basically bare, it did have a couple chairs and a few boxes that she might be able to use. She hadn't tested the boxes, but they looked sturdy. They would be used as a last resort. The room, though, had high walls and only one window. The window, though high above the ground, would be her way out. Her tunic, sewn back together where it was ripped in the crash, would protect her a little from the elements. And she had the two medpacks she had managed to bring with her from home.
"Okay," she said as she pulled one of the chairs beneath the window. "Here goes nothing."