<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Shade1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Shade (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8226720#msg8226720)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Zhayedan Squad/ Infiltration Specialist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Med Lab 7/Briefing Room<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Taking her medicine/Reporting as ordered<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Maybelline, Wicked<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Absolutely<br/><br/><hr/>“Shade? Can you hear me?” Slowly her head turned to face Dr Ellis her frown almost matching his.  Could she hear him? He was standing next to her of course she could hear him.  Why was he asking stupid questions? Then her gaze flicked up to the slowly ticking clock mounted on the wall across the room.  Five and a half minutes. Not a terribly long time to be unconscious, especially when one was being carefully monitored by a series of machines and trained medical staff.  She still didn’t care for the whole process.<br/><br/>Slowly her head turned her dry tongue flicking out to run against her even drier lower lip.  “Yes.” Her terse response was enough to reassure him because all he did was nod and make another notation on the chart he was holding.  Not a man easily ruffled, not surprising really they’d certainly done this often enough.<br/><br/>“Excellent.  Your blood work looks good, the treatment was successful.  We will do a follow up panel after your meeting.” Oh right, the briefing room.  Shade tried to sit up on the hospital bed only to be brought up short by the restraints which strapped over chest and shoulders.  A necessary precaution for her safety as well as theirs, sometimes her reaction to the drug could be rather violent.<br/><br/>They all received it, carefully calculated does of AMRITA, and for the others it was a simple injection given at routine intervals.  Ironic really that a compound designed to keep her healthy and functioning should cause so much trouble, but Shade’s body had never produced nor processed chemicals quite the way it was supposed to.  Apparently because her body chemistry was always changing there could be unforseen reactions and because her system occasionally identified the designer drug as a toxin to be attacked or purged the dosing, times, and absorption rate had to be carefully monitored.They weren't sure why her body could not synthesize the drug itself when she had mastered so many others, but with continued research and testing they hoped to find out.  It was hard if not impossible to predict the outcome of each injection.  Hence the straps.<br/><br/>“Lay back for a few more minutes to make sure any dizziness or nausea has passed.” A small nod met his words and she lay back on the bed staring quietly at the ceiling.  There was no argument at his pronouncement, not even a sullen pout.  Shade did not question orders and had no doubt that he had her best interests at heart with the suggestion.  Who in the facility was dumb enough to risk the wellbeing of one of the prototypes needlessly?  Besides she had a good half an hour until she was scheduled to be in the briefing room.<br/><br/>Fifty eight tiles, one slightly cracked on the edge. She’d finished slowly counting them for the twenty seventh time when one of the nurses finished removing the monitoring equipment and finally reached out to undo the elaborate strap system. When finally everything was removed she took a deep breath slowly sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.  The room swam only slightly around the edges of her vision.  Waiting had been a good idea, if she was still feeling the effects even with her increased metabolism and her body’s natural tendency to try to right itself she’d probably have face planted trying to stand just after waking.  It hadn’t been this bad in awhile, she should have known there was going to be a difficult one coming.  The reactions were by no means cyclical; however Dr. Ellis was becoming much better at predicting the outcome of her injections.  Progress.  She reminded herself of that fact as she stood and her knees threatened to buckle.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Though she wanted nothing more than to return to her room and sleep off the lingering effects of this most recent AMRITA dosing Shade arrived at the briefing room ten minutes before the meeting was scheduled to begin.  Though she had washed her hands and face before leaving the lab her skin still felt a little clammy; a full shower and change of clothing would have made her late though and that was unacceptable.<br/><br/>The faintest of smiles curved at her mouth as she saw the two already seated at the wide conference table though that disappeared as she nodded to Montgomery moving around to take the chair on the end to the other side of Wicked.  Habit would have had her sitting next to Maybelline enjoying the seemingly effortless and genuine affection that the other girl handed out so generously, but today Shade wasn't quite feeling herself.  Putting the nearly four hundred pound frame of their male team mate between her and the rest of the world seemed like a good idea. Both legs drew upward against her chest arms wrapping loosely around them allowing her to rest her cheek against her knees her bare toes curling against the edge of the seat.  If anyone was going to break the silence it certainly wasn't going to be her.