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Since she woke up amnesic in a hospital bed after an Impostor attack, Emily, better known as Purple, has been living a fairly uneventful life as a MIRA crewmate. She and her friend June –Tan– are lucky enough to stay together for their missions.
Emily's routine existence is turned upside down when their ship is attacked by Impostors. Now, glimpses from her previous life are coming back with a vengeance, and the wall of lies around Purple starts to crack.
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This fic was partly inspired by What The Past Holds by Window_Pain and the Stargate: Atlantis episode Michael.
When Purple finally became aware of her surroundings, she didn't remember how long she'd been awake. Something was wrong. Her legs were stuck and she couldn't see properly and–
A voice cut through her panic: "Emily, you're awake," it said in a distinctly happy tone. The voice belonged to a man wearing a doctor's outfit over his lime suit, standing on the other side of, she realised, the transparent isolation ward she lay in. Nothing more sinister than the bed's sheets restrained her legs. Further away, a medical assistant, their back turned to Purple and the doctor, was concentrated on something she couldn't see. She ignored the assistant in favour of the strange name the doctor had addressed her with.
"Emily?" she echoed.
The doctor came closer to examine her. "It's your name. Don't you remember it?"
"I'm Purple…" She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her eyes and her mind.
When the doctor answered, it sounded like he frowned. "Purple's only your designation when on missions. Your real name is Emily Winters. Do you know what happened to you?"
Even after several seconds of effort, her brain could only summon incomprehensible flashes beyond her grasp. She leaned back into the pillow and shook her head.
"You were attacked and left for dead by an Impostor," he explained with compassion. "You were very lucky to survive."
While the news was terrifying in retrospect, something more present troubled her mind: "Why is it so dark?" she whispered with a shiver. "It's like there's a veil in front of my eyes."
"Hmm. The room is lit normally, Emily." Again, he seemed to be frowning. "How many fingers do I have?" He raised a hand with three straight fingers and two folded.
"Three," she answered without hesitation.
The answer seemed to satisfy him. "You were clinically dead for a couple of minutes, and we had to give you experimental treatment to bring you back. You may experience unusual effects as you readjust to life, but I assure you, every scan shows you're on the path to perfect recovery now."
She nodded; his explanation made sense, she guessed. As he lit an additional lamp, she gave him a little thanks. The extra lighting made her feel better, even if her vision still wasn't perfect. "I can still barely make out the door," she admitted.
He looked at her in silence for a brief moment before sighing sadly. "Although your physical injuries have healed almost completely, you may suffer from post traumatic stress from the attack that nearly killed you. It happened during a lights sabotage but the ship was poorly lit even at the best of times."
If he hoped the additional information would trigger her memory, he would be disappointed: nothing came to her mind at these words.
"Since you've awoken, we can switch your medication from IV to pills," he spoke again. "I'll tell the nurse to add a mild tranquilliser to ease your fear of the dark; we can lower the dose as your learn to live again. I'm afraid there are some of the drugs you'll need for the rest of your life, though. You received organ transplants your body might reject if you stop the therapy."
"Oh." She nodded. "I understand."
"Right. I have to leave you now, but if you need anything, ring the nurse," he told her, pointing to a button by her bed.
"Thank you, Doctor…?"
"Mills," he answered. "Dr Mills."
"Thank you, Dr Mills."
After following him with her eyes as he left, soon followed by the assistant, Purple –Emily Winters– sighed and leaned back into the hospital bed. Only then did she notice the blinking eye of the camera dutifully watching her ward.
To be continued...
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