had injected her. Both had
disappeared into early retirement after the event just 2 days ago.
Several of the other staff held a grudge against her for it and the
guard had to be posted for Max's own safety.
Max
had extremely vivid memories of what had happened but it made no
sense to her. She'd been thinking on the memories since she had
awoken but had made no sense of them whatsoever. Silently she got out
of bed. There was only one way to resolve what was happening to her,
and that was to test herself.
She
looked at the large chair next to her bed and knelt down. Reaching
underneath the chair and grabbing hold of a small metal bar, Max let
out a sigh and, after a moments hesitation, she blew out her breath
and lifted. She had to close her eyes as she struggled with the
weight of the chair. After a moment she felt herself moving up and
hesitantly opened her eyes. Her jaw dropped at the sight before her.
There
she was, holding an overly large and impossibly heavy chair. It was
being held at an odd angle as she used her fingers to try and
stabilize the wobbly chair. Her fingers were aching from the strain
of keeping the chair mostly in the same upright position it had been
in when she lifted it, but she was still managing to do it. After a
moment her hand became too worn out and she gently set the chair back
down.
Looking
at her hand as if she was willing this to not just be a dream, Max
resolved that she would have to test her newfound abilities more.
Just as she was thinking of another way to test herself she heard the
doctor at the door.
She
quickly sat down on the edge of the bed and pretended to steady
herself with her arms. After a moment of him talking to the guard,
the doctor finally entered. He had a clipboard in his hand and a
scowl on his face. He silently went about a quick checkup of Max's
side where she'd been stabbed, but the wound was already fully
healed. There was a minor mark where the wound had been but it would
heal in a few days.
Afte
the checkup the doctor thrust the clipboard into Max's sternum and
left. Max glared at the mans back but he either didn't notice or
didn't care. Max looked down at the paperwork and after a cursory
glance she realized it was discharge paperwork. She was finally being
let out of this surprisingly unsterile hellhole. And she was glad for
that.
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Max returned to school the same day. Classes had yet to be restarted
so she just went to her dorm hall, which was the first to be refitted
with the new security measures. This was due only to the fact that it
was the girls dorm and it was the one attacked by the man Max thought
she had left behind forever.
She entered her room very slowly. Though she had been moved to a
different room and her old one was pretty much closed until they
could clean the blood stains, she still felt hesitant to enter. She
was afraid that she would find her father in her room waiting on her.
After a few tense minutes she finally had the door opened fully.
Finding nothing out of place, Max hesitantly entered the room and
searched it thoroughly for over half an hour before she was fully
satisfied that it was empty.
Max then slowly sat down at her desk. Her stuff was being kept as
evidence, so she didn't have much of anything. Including school
uniforms. The clothes she had on, while relatively professional
looking, had been given to her courtesy of the police after the
incident due to the fact that they'd kept her other ones and would be
holding them indefinitely.
The rooms had, thankfully, been supplied with computers. While the
computers looked amazing, they were horrible for doing any actual
work. They were expensive to buy, costing nearly 2 thousand dollars a
piece, but they were made with cheap components that made them nearly
inoperable for anything other than social media and the occasional
video viewing.
Still, it was all Max had to use. Her laptop had been collected as
evidence and probably wouldn't ever be released. So she