.fifteen.
Both Sam and I jumped when we heard a strange cough. We looked at Dusty, who raised a hand to his mouth, continuing to cough.
.fourteen.
I felt like I was walking from a very deep sleep when I opened my eyes again. I was curled on my side with one
.thirteen.
We all watched in confusion as Michael soon slumped to the floor, groaning. Our door opened, and all of our heads whipped around to look
.twelve.
I ran a hand over the feathers, which seemed to be wrapped in a very thin skin that was similar to the face mask you
.eleven.
We all stepped back away from the girl, shrinking against the wall. She didn't move. We all looked at each other, our eyes wide. I
.ten.
I was shoved back into the room, one of those rediculous braces on my nose with a little bit of blood still dribbling out. I
.nine.
We were pushed into large fenced areas, similar to that of a tennis court. Each of us had our own area. Several doctors gathered around
.eight.
"Keep going." We were told. All three of us were being led down the brightly lit hallway. The too clean smell of antiseptics didn't hurt
.seven.
When I awoke from my drugged slumber I was on a gurney, but the weirdest gurney ever. It was like a massage table, where you
.six.
I awoke screaming. The pressure and pain on my back was the most horrendous thing in the world. It felt like I was going to
.five.
Back in my cage and back in the room, but much cleaner than before. I was located directly next to Dusty, and my brother was

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