She almost told them who she was to avoid getting shocked again, but the vehicle turned suddenly to the left and Nell was destabilized. She crashed into someone's body--under her hood she blushed and scowled at the same time. Hands closed around her arms to steady her, and the car stopped entirely. She was dragged out without being given a chance to comply, but she knew better than to protest her rough treatment.
The air was cold, and they were walking on rocks and twigs or something else loud and crunchy. Nell couldn't see any light through her hood, but she was reasonably certain it was evening now. Cars pulled up around her, and engines shut off one by one. How many cars were there? At least four. She tried to remember how many men had stormed into the hospital, but didn't think she'd seen four whole vehicles' worth of them.
They stopped marching her and she stumbled.
"This one has terrible balance if I've ever seen it," someone said of her.
"She can't see and she's just a kid," came a voice to her defense. It was the person who wasn't her carrier but had been in the vehicle with her. The Non-Enemy was how she thought of him. She wouldn't show it, but she was thankful that he had spoken up for her.
"Hardly!" scoffed another person. A hand came from nowhere and groped her chest.
Nell screamed, more in surprise at first than anything else. Her scream became an angry yell, and for the first time after being zapped in the hospital, Nell fought back. Unfortunately, her hands and feet were bound so the best she could do was slam her body in the direction she thought someone stood. Her aim was right, but the man stepped back and caught her effortlessly, making her attack useless.
"No need to throw yourself at me," he said, and laughter erupted around Nell from several different men--at least four. "If you wanted me so bad you could always just ask me..."
"Guys, don't be animals," growled the man forcefully who had spoken for her moments ago, the Non-Enemy. Again, Nell was grateful.
The air was cold, and they were walking on rocks and twigs or something else loud and crunchy. Nell couldn't see any light through her hood, but she was reasonably certain it was evening now. Cars pulled up around her, and engines shut off one by one. How many cars were there? At least four. She tried to remember how many men had stormed into the hospital, but didn't think she'd seen four whole vehicles' worth of them.
They stopped marching her and she stumbled.
"This one has terrible balance if I've ever seen it," someone said of her.
"She can't see and she's just a kid," came a voice to her defense. It was the person who wasn't her carrier but had been in the vehicle with her. The Non-Enemy was how she thought of him. She wouldn't show it, but she was thankful that he had spoken up for her.
"Hardly!" scoffed another person. A hand came from nowhere and groped her chest.
Nell screamed, more in surprise at first than anything else. Her scream became an angry yell, and for the first time after being zapped in the hospital, Nell fought back. Unfortunately, her hands and feet were bound so the best she could do was slam her body in the direction she thought someone stood. Her aim was right, but the man stepped back and caught her effortlessly, making her attack useless.
"No need to throw yourself at me," he said, and laughter erupted around Nell from several different men--at least four. "If you wanted me so bad you could always just ask me..."
"Guys, don't be animals," growled the man forcefully who had spoken for her moments ago, the Non-Enemy. Again, Nell was grateful.
