One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
One. Two. Three.
The same room as last time. I'm pleased that I am able to remember these things, when I can't remember absolutely anything else about my life before this place. I can't tell if it is the same man who took me from my room last time, but it is definitely not the same woman. There are three men in here this time.
I contemplate saying something with my new-found voice, but decide against it. It is probably best they think I'm still mute. I lay down on the table without direction or hesitation and lay my arm out to the side. One of the masked men approaches me and takes my arm, and I feel the rush of warmth as his fingers touch my skin. I look up.
It's the man with the blue eyes. He doesn't look at me, just locates my pulse. The other man produces the same-looking needle and taps it, his gloved fingers making a soft thud against the glass. The last lingers by the monitors.
Like a broken record, the man with the needle says, "You will feel a slight pinch. Do not move or try to escape, or we will use force. Just relax, and take deep breaths."
I close my eyes as the needle pushes in.