Honestly, I can say that each base camp is magnificent. But this one is extraordinary. A bunch of huge computers fill every wall; they give the status of missions, Skylars, and Silver Wings. On one blinking red screen it shows my whereabouts and condition. Sweet!
Three major wards split up this base camp: the training ward, (which is underground), the weaponry and artillery ward (used for dangerous missions), and the medical ward. Sam, our leader, is sitting at her huge desk in the middle of the room typing.
“Sam, we need your help! Call the doctor from the ICU and tell him Jake’s here,” Crystal huffs, still out of breath from her sudden speed boost.
“No, tell the tracking team to find Zane’s location, stat!” I yell. My voice cracks on ‘stat’ though, giving away the exhaustion I feel. “Let’s go as soon as Zane’s results are back,” I add. I’m not giving up. The more time my little brother’s gone, the harder it will be to get him back.
“I’ll get Doctor Marcus on it right away. Don’t worry, Jake, we’ll find your brother. Just relax,” Sam assures. I don’t find it very comforting.
Did I ever mention to you that I have an insane fear of hospitals? Well, I do. I keep having horrible nightmares about Darren capturing me and torturing me with his lab experiments. I would be hooked up to IV’s and strapped down, unable to move or stop anything the scientists do. They keep giving me stinging shots, or cutting my arm open or something. The worst part is I can feel it. Every time I dream, the pain rips through my whole body. That’s why I freaked out when Doctor Marcus came out to Sam’s desk with a gurney.
“Make sure you keep him down, doc. Jake’s a fighter,” Crystal informs Marcus.
Marcus tries to wrestle me onto the gurney. I’m already kicking and punching the air, trying in vain to get away. All this commotion makes me dizzy, though, and I start to see double.
“OWW!” Marcus yells suddenly, reeling back and clutching his face. “He hit me in the face!” the doctor screams.
At that point, both Crystal and Marcus are furious. Crystal ups her game by speedily strapping the leather around my ankles and wrists. Marcus holds me down long enough for her to do it.
“Can I go back with Jake?” Crystal asks the doctor.
“Sure, you can tell me what’s wrong with him,” Marcus says contemptuously.
As they wheel me back, I scream, “Murray! Dash! Help me!” They just stand and stare, unsure of what just happened.
Once I’m in the doc’s treatment room, he asks Crystal about my health. Like she would know. My heart speeds up as I realize Marcus is preparing an anesthetic for me. Crystal grabs my hand and squeezes it; only it makes me breath harder and harder. I think I pass out before I get put to sleep.