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First there had been silence, blissful and soft in its belying absence of sound. But sound was present, it just took her a minute to realize it. The buzz of fluorescent lights, flickering every so often behind her closed eyelids. A different pitched hum of something else mechanical, though she didn't know what. She tried to frown in concentration, to open her eyes to see, but every muscles felt leaden. Her nose felt a bit stuffed, but still she smelled disinfectants, latex and linen. There were other sounds coming in slowly, two voices speaking, still too faint to make out. She tried to get a sense of where she was despite being unable to see yet. She was on something hard, cold. More likely metal than stone. There was a soft breeze of air across her body. Her bare body. She was unable to move and naked before two people.
She tried to keep calm, to even her breath, but found it impossible. She wasn't breathing. She tried to tilt her head, to open her mouth, feeling nothing on her skin except her own hair, but she couldn't move anything. Suddenly a sharp jolt coursed through her and suddenly she bolted upright, gasping for air and opening her eyes. Before her were two men in scrubs, holding a blood-covered scalpel and another tool she didn't recognize. Her eyes went wide and the two stared back at her, as startled as her. The one with the scalpel fainted, the tool clattering on the floor. The other glanced at a doorway, starting to inch towards it, until she growled and lashed out a fist, connecting with his jaw. He stumbled back, hitting his head against a gurney and slumping to the ground. Where was she?
She glanced at the ceiling for camera domes, noticing only one handheld near the door, facing the wrong way and not recording. The door was still shut. The other mechanical sound she had heard before came from one of the walls to the room, covered in metal drawers. Recognition washed over her at the sight, but it only increased her confusion. She needed to get out and—And do what? She didn't know if she was a captive here, or what was going on. She moved herself off of the table slowly, muscles still tense and screaming out for her to just rest. As she stood, she felt something on one of her feet. Crouching down, she pulled it off and tried to read it. A groan came from the one that had fainted. He must be coming to. She hobbled for a moment, then fell down onto him, pinning his waking form, grabbing the scalpel and holding it to his neck. He opened his eyes slowly, and immediately regretted it as she snarled out,
"Three questions: Who are you two bastards, what the fuck am I doing in a morgue, and why can't I remember my damn name?"

Description
First there had been silence, blissful and soft in its belying absence of sound. But sound was present, it just took her a minute to realize it. The buzz of fluorescent lights, flickering every so often behind her closed eyelids. A different pitched hum of something else mechanical, though she didn't know what. She tried to frown in concentration, to open her eyes to see, but every muscles felt leaden. Her nose felt a bit stuffed, but still she smelled disinfectants, latex and linen. There were other sounds coming in slowly, two voices speaking, still too faint to make out. She tried to get a sense of where she was despite being unable to see yet. She was on something hard, cold. More likely metal than stone. There was a soft breeze of air across her body. Her bare body. She was unable to move and naked before two people.
She tried to keep calm, to even her breath, but found it impossible. She wasn't breathing. She tried to tilt her head, to open her mouth, feeling nothing on her skin except her own hair, but she couldn't move anything. Suddenly a sharp jolt coursed through her and suddenly she bolted upright, gasping for air and opening her eyes. Before her were two men in scrubs, holding a blood-covered scalpel and another tool she didn't recognize. Her eyes went wide and the two stared back at her, as startled as her. The one with the scalpel fainted, the tool clattering on the floor. The other glanced at a doorway, starting to inch towards it, until she growled and lashed out a fist, connecting with his jaw. He stumbled back, hitting his head against a gurney and slumping to the ground. Where was she?
She glanced at the ceiling for camera domes, noticing only one handheld near the door, facing the wrong way and not recording. The door was still shut. The other mechanical sound she had heard before came from one of the walls to the room, covered in metal drawers. Recognition washed over her at the sight, but it only increased her confusion. She needed to get out and—And do what? She didn't know if she was a captive here, or what was going on. She moved herself off of the table slowly, muscles still tense and screaming out for her to just rest. As she stood, she felt something on one of her feet. Crouching down, she pulled it off and tried to read it. A groan came from the one that had fainted. He must be coming to. She hobbled for a moment, then fell down onto him, pinning his waking form, grabbing the scalpel and holding it to his neck. He opened his eyes slowly, and immediately regretted it as she snarled out,
"Three questions: Who are you two bastards, what the fuck am I doing in a morgue, and why can't I remember my damn name?"