I extended myself as much as possible to reach the being in the door of white light. I saw the door coming closer and I shouted with joy, but made no sound. Our hands clasped with a gentle familiarity and I could feel my peace being cemented into place. In an instant, the cement was shattered by the power of a wrecking ball as the hand threw my hand aside and grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward. I flew forward at an intense speed and feel to the cold linoleum with a sickening thud. My deflation was explosive as I looked up and saw the lab coat emblazoned with the crest of our keepers.
He instructed two guards who were standing behind me to lift me up and they complied, vigorously. Before I could brace myself, I was pulled to my feet. The sheer speed of my movement from the floor to an upright position disoriented me momentarily, while the doctor checked my ears and eyes for signs of damage from the third level wake-up alarm - something I had never experienced before, heard about only through third hand experiences.
"He's fine." The Doctor barked, a bitter haze hung over both syllables like an unrelenting humidity of disdain. I was let go and told to that I was going to be docked four hours. After releasing a tired, dismissive sigh, I was waved on to my appointed task; another day in that godforsaken sewer. Perhaps, Christopher will be working with me again. It would be good to talk with him and feel human after what experiencing the equivalent of being spanked with a rolled up newspaper.
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