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Chapter 3: The Fall
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I stood upright, bound. My arms stretched painfully above my head. My legs spread wide apart. My head felt as if it were packed in cotton wool. Again and again, I tugged at my bonds in vain. No leather cuffs, I slowly realized. Harder, more unyielding. No chains clanked when I tried to free myself. No swinging ropes. Rigid shackles, as if bolted in place. Around my waist, I felt a firm pressure that held me upright, preventing me from slumping. Like a steel clamp. A slight breeze touched my skin. Was I naked? Bright light blinded me as I slowly opened my eyes. I seemed to be in a steel chamber. I felt a sting on my neck. Darkness...
I jerked my eyes open and looked around in confusion. I was sitting in a leather armchair, my head aching. A black-haired woman stood in front of me, wearing an elegant dress and extremely high-heeled shoes, leaning slightly toward me and looking into my face. There was concern in her voice. “Johanna, Johanna, are you all right? How are you?”
Who was Johanna?
Another voice sounded beside me, darker, male. “Give her some time, Rebecca. She hit her head when she fell.”
My head was pounding. “What happened? W ... where am I?”
The woman answered. “In the lounge. You suddenly stumbled as you were leaving and hit your head. I called Dr. Meier right away. You probably have a concussion. Stay seated, a stretcher will be brought in shortly, and we’ll take you to the clinic.”
“N., not ... hospital,” I managed to say. I felt my head and noticed something wet and sticky. Dazed, I looked at my red fingers. I heard more voices approaching, a rolling sound. Hands grabbed me and I was lifted up and laid on something soft. With my eyes half open, I watched the lamps above me move across the ceiling. My head was throbbing. Murmured voices, elevator door, steel chamber, steel clamp...
“NO!” Suddenly, I was sitting upright in bed. Bright sunlight fell on a white sheet. Typical hospital bedding, in a typical hospital bed. I was wearing a patient gown. So it was probably a hospital room.
A throbbing in my skull explained the reason for my confusion. I was familiar with the after-effects of anesthesia. My hand felt a bandage on my head as I tried to scratch it because it itched. Why did I have a head bandage? I slowly sank back down, only to sit up again more quickly, which my head immediately punished with renewed pain. My arm! The red line on the inside of my forearm glowed in the sunlight. Ugly, healed, old. No, that’s not why I was here. The screws had been out for a long time. A ray of light hit a shiny piece of metal on the bed and blinded me. The memory came back suddenly.
“Johanna! How wonderful, you’re awake.”