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and special moments mother and daughter are supposed to share.  I looked at the bathroom door, thinking of the human woman that had raised me with all her love.  She had this divorce to deal with.  I didn’t think this was the time to tell her someone else was trying to replace her in my life.
    Sanchez rapped on the door.  “You all right in there?”
    “Yeah.”  I went to the door and pushed it open.  Hands caught me on the threshold.  Sanchez steadied me.  I looked her in the eyes.  “But I’d do better on a full stomach.”
    “I’ll see if I can get something from the nurse.”  Mom hurried off on her mission, leaving Sanchez to help me back to bed.
    “How about you smuggle in a pizza for me,” I suggested.  “I’ve nothing against hospital Jell-O, but—”
    Sanchez grinned.  “I’ll see what I can do.”
    Arguing voices sounded out in the hall.  Sanchez threw a worried glance that way as she turned me around to sit on the bed.
    I told her, “I can take it from here if you want to go see what that’s all about.”
    She nodded, drawing her gun.  It was a monster: blue steel with a vented barrel.  Dirty Harry would be proud.  Gripping it in two hands, she hurried off.
    Easing back onto the sheet, I watched Sanchez go out the door.  I caught a flash of even more white-coated personnel than before, and some suits that might have been hospital administrator types.  Kendall held fast, denying them entrance. 
    “Jane Doe” seems very popular.   No doubt the doctors had as many questions about my physiology as I did, and Virgil was limiting access.  I grinned.  It felt good to have government muscle to hide behind.  Not being human, I could no longer think of myself as a freak.  A refugee from the Twilight Zone is more accurate.
    My former self had become a badly fitting pair of high heels that felt better off than on.  Still, that didn’t mean I wanted to wind up on the cover of some medical journal, having earned someone a Nobel Prize in weirdness.
    A nurse was allowed in to see to my needs.  She had a china doll look, cobalt eyes, flaxen hair, cherry lip gloss, and an air of fragility.  Pretty, but somehow not quite real, she hurried over to fluff my pillow and pull up my sheet.  This happened with a great deal of groaning on my part.  All brisk professional in her starched white uniform, the whole thermometer and blood pressure cuff thing followed.
    The discussions in the hall were louder now.  A piercing scream shivered me.  Gun shots boomed. 
    What the hell!  
    My door burst open, letting a cloud billow in.  Kendall fell backwards into my room and lay still on the floor, his legs keeping the doors from closing.  The doctors in the hall were crumpled and fallen.  Women in dark blue with black Kevlar armor, swords, and gas masks crowded into view.
    A sharp pain hit my arm.  The nurse had jabbed me with a needle, injecting God knows what.  I sagged, bleeding tension, losing sensation in my body.  My senses swam.  My muscles slackened.  Doing anything seemed too much effort.
    An evil grin plastered on her face, my nurse said, “Nothing to get excited about, just our usual recruiting drive.”  I managed to focus on her name tag: MISSY.  Her voice caressed with saccharine sweetness, “Sometimes, when you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.”
    Though I probably didn’t have the energy for it, I tried to cross over.    Focus slipped.  Desire evaporated.  Stupid drug.  Need to … to…  The world around me turned soapy, slowly listing side to side.  Fear and alarm melted on my tongue like cotton candy.  Though I’m not sure what the joke was, I laughed and Missy laughed with me. We were having a party.  The room filled with armored women bristling with guns and swords, wearing masks over their faces that made them the silliest things.
    “If only Shaun were here…”  I sighed.
    “I know, Moppet, I’m sad too that we can’t wait for