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[h3][sub]Location: Lost Haven, Maine- Little Ulster,  Center for Disease Control and Prevention  
Timeline: 1 week, and couple days later[/sub][/h3]

Racheli was pissed. Her heart seemed to swell with heat and vivid anger, enough that she straight up wanted to smack someone or thing and just release the pent up energy. She had been stuck here for a span of time. How long exactly, she couldn’t tell as one day melted into another making time slip into oblivion second by second. It was driving her up the wall slowly. The woman had been tested by every known kind of test produced by mankind, or at least it felt like it. Her spine was tapped ragged, her muscles jabbed by endless needles that often hit her very bone and nerves, and fluid collection of every type. Rach knew her limit was drawing nearer with each new torment she was forced through. 

The worse part, it wasn’t the physical tests that seem to crease a deepening sense of discomfort growing in her core. It was the looks from the staff themselves. Their eyes softened with pity and worry, some even glistened with a spark of excitement that she chose not to guess came from. With every fiber she hated it and the fact she was forced to accept. 

Racheli’s abilities had started to manifest the first day after her syncing. It was her magnetism that been the first to emerge as it attracted a metal spoon, causing the item to  flicker off her tray and pinged her in the back of the head. Her skull was thick enough to withstand the pain but it still hurt enough to rile up her temper. That seemed to have a very terrible boosting effect to her emerging ability because all the metal within three feet started to suddenly lift and hover in place, their forms twisting out of shape thanks to her wrath. It was from that point on, Rach was placed in a glass holding area as all the metal items were neatly and quickly removed then replaced with plastic versions.  She was starting to feel like she was on suicide watch for no apparent reason. 

What day it was now, she had little to no idea. The irritation returned easily this time, Rach’s fingers balled up into a fist then slammed into her leg causing a soft, fleshy sound. Its sting quickly faded where she had hit, immediately feeling better. Where she smacked it hurt, sure, but not nearly as much as letting the emotions fester and boil over. Inhaling heavily, she slid off the man made cot and onto her bare feet. Her soles were chilled by the marble flooring as she padded along, edging toward the glass sealed ‘wall’ overviewing into her small set up. 

She barely got two steps when a scent hit her like a semi-truck, stopping her in her tracks almost instantly. 

Racheli’s feet squeaked backwards in instinct while her hands promptly came up to cover and clasped about her  nose, sealing against the scents. Lemon, bleach and several other aromas she couldn’t fully identify made her stomach churn as her head erupted into pain.  Her lungs seemed to have been scorched by the chemicals leaving Rach to vainly try to clear away the pain, her body retreated and settled back into her bed’s edge.  

Attached to her chest was a small device made to remotely monitor her now racing heart rate and blood pressure. The small, thin wires were wove along her surface, most hidden under her current dress of a spare hospital gown and pants. Thankfully her outfit was about two sizes too big and  hanging loosely off her frame, the numerous wrinkles giving her a sloppy  appearance. She had already tied the pants the farthest  they would go. However, she was sure it wasn’t enough since they threatened to slip from her hips and down to her thigh tops repeatedly.  Already they starting to slip down again but stopped because she was seated. 

Movement happened in her peripheral vision  causing her head to jerk toward the source. Just outside her room were three CDC staff suiting up and collecting their things for another routine blood test, their eyes checking each other for malfunctions in their gear before they entered the sterilizing chamber.  Two of them were hauling a cart each, one tray held everything required for her daily blood donation and the other was her lunch for afterwards.  Cautiously they approached her as if she was some sort of wild lioness ready to devour them in a heartbeat. The funny and bitter fact, Rach mused darkly, was that she wasn’t in any condition to ‘maul’ anyone presently. 

Despite her, and her unwanted guest’s words, the scientists refused to believe she wasn’t  contagious anymore. Even when the virus himself told the numerous staff, nurses and doctors, they refused to listen as they played to their over cautious and  instinctive fears. The whole thing was unnecessary. 

When the suction released, Rach pushed off the edge again and pressed her soles into the cold floor toward the men. 

[color=indianred]"This should be fun..."[/color] Racheli grumbled under her breath.