Recreated(open to one female)

Gillium

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OOC: The basic idea for this thread is a doctor in the near future who finds a woman (you) unconsious and nearly dead. Being a kind man, the doctor takes you to his home and uses radical new techniques and technology, all developed by him, and restores your body. Because of the lack of knowledge and trials with these techniques, there are some differences, such as a change of apearence and other bodily functions, but we can determine those in PM...please message before posting.

IC: Doctor Timmothy Randell was finally reaching the end of his peak. At the age of 40 he was no longer a young man, but still had yet to find someone to share his life with. He was no virgin, of course, he'd had his shares of college parties in his youth and then one-night stands in his late twenties and early thirties, but he had never found something more...permenant.

This gave Tim a lot of time to himself to experiment with the knowledge he had gained in his many years of medical school. He also had a few friends help him tinker with out-dated medical equipment and creating new devices that Tim hoped would save many lives once he could test them.

Timothy finally found the perfect oppertunity for such a test late one night when he heard strangled cries coming from an alley. He came upon what had to be a brutally beaten woman, although it was hard to tell if she was alive from the cruel marks all over her body, the copious amount of blood pooled around her, and from the way she was positioned, possibly several broken bones. As tenderly as possible he lifted her up and took her to his basement, filled with the medical devices of his own creation. He spent all night at her side, using these new machines and using promising, although not proven, medical techniques.

The next day rolls around and Timmothy had cleaned her and repaired most of the damage he could find, but he was so tired by now he couldn't see straight and didn't trust himself with such procedures any longer. He slowly stumbled back upstairs and found his couch, plopping down on it and quickly falling into a deep sleep...
 
"What's happened? I'm not sure where I am, everything hurts....I'm so woosy......


"How long have I been here? Where's here? The pain is unbearable.....


"I don't know who I am.... What can I remember...can't move my hands easily, I'm covered with..... bandages?


"Ooh, my skin is raw - is anyone there?


"Is anyone there..........


"IS ANYONE THERE?
 
Collette slowly regained consciousness. She'd been floating in and out for a while. The pain had faded, but she wasn't ready to open her eyes just yet.

Thoughts kept flitting through her head, she tried to grasp them but it was difficult - she couldn't seem to focus on anything. She had swirling pictures, sounds, smells all mixed up. Nothing seemed to make sense.

She was aware that she didn't feel afraid, any more? That needed exploring - ideas seemed to be coalescing - what did she feel now? Anxiety, yes..... Now why would she feel afraid? Try hard as she might she could grasp that idea, so, no; no idea of why she had been afraid.

She tried hard to concentrate - what could she smell now? Disinfectant?
What could she feel with her fingers, soft fabric - seems natural as it is slightly rough to the touch, so she knows about fabric and disinfectant.
Who is she? She can't picture her name, or what she looks like, or how old she is. She touches her face - the skin above her eyes doesn't move much - so that makes her younger rather than older - unless she's had face lift or Botox? So she knows about that as well.

Other thoughts flit back and forth - disinfectant? Hospital? Clinic?

She feels her tummy - smooth.... so not a baby then.

She realises she's feeling hungry and thirsty... she has to open her eyes.

She can see a dark ceiling, dimmed lights, stone walls - stone walls? Machines, light flashing, bleeping? Must be some kind of clinic - she's not linked to any tubes but she is on a kind of trolley thing. She tries to sit up, whoops, still a bit woosy.
She has on a white gown - that does up the back - must be a clinic, but where are the staff?

She manages to slide her legs down onto the floor and holds onto the trolley. She feels very shaky, but some parts of her mind seem to be clearing - no memories yet but she knows things.

There must be people about, she tries to call out - at first only a squeak comes out. Then she manages, "Hallo - anyone there?"

She hears a noise that seems to come from quite far away, above her head?
Yes, someone coming down some stairs....

Now she's alerted them, she'd not sure - should she hide?

As she looks around, she sees a mirror and a stunning woman looking back at her, stunning - her? High cheekbones, well defined lips, firm breasts - no bra?, long legs, slim waist and curvy hips? She's so absorbed in her appearance and trying to deal with the feeling of confusion associated with that, she's not aware of another person in the room. She hears a slight noise and turns to see a tall man, distinguished looking but still young, greying at the temples, but still fit looking. He was gazing at her with his piercing blue eyes. She's still not sure what to do when the trolley she's holding on to moves and she falls to the floor..
 
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