Questions and Answers

I force my muscles to move back toward the chair. Without a second thought, I jump onto the cushion covered seat below. The woman's shadow overcasts me. My brain is in a foggy panic, but I keep moving.

A hand reaches for me. I dive out of the way and jump to my feet, my muscle scream and plead with me to stop. I can't. My entire being is in over drive.

The edge of the seat comes closer than I expect and I drop thirty feet on the wooden floor below. There's no way in hell I'll survive this fall!

My feet hit first and I try to soften the shock by landing and rolling. It doesn't help at all. My knee that had been acting up earlier, makes this disgusting wet pop. My leg is broken I know it.

I scream out in agony and grab my leg tightly. I can feel the broken bone under my fingers. No, no, no! Damn it! "Damn it!" I yelled through gritted teeth and hot tears. "Get... up!!!"

I try to pull myself away with one arm but it's pointless. The more I move the more pain I'm in. The flow of tears is violent as I try to push my body past the normal human limit, but I know I'm not going to make.

The chair is pulled away from the desk, clicking and clattering against the wooden. Slender fingers come into view. I try to keep my eyes open, but with the siring pain climbing up my body will knock me out in a minute or so. I don't want to be awake for what happens next anyway.

I'm ingulfed in darkness and warmth. A soft tender voice coming from above. Maybe the gods will send down an angel to save me. If only.

The pain has become unbearable that my leg goes numb, blackness seeps at the corners of my eyes, filling my vision. The last thing I see is the blurred face of the giantess.

What felt like a matter of minutes, I wake up from my slumber, startled and confused. Where am I? This is definitely not Samantha's room, it's too office like to be her room. Oh, yeah, I came down here to find some answers... I look down at my now broken leg. I also didn't realize the sprained ankle I had given myself either. And I end up breaking my legs doing so.

A bright lamp shines down on the desk. Bandages wrapped tightly around my ankle and a cast has been set on my leg. It still hurts, a lot. I can feel my ankle pulsing under the firm wrapping. What I also notice my pants are gone too!!

"Son of a bitch," I growl angrily. "I liked those pants." The good thing is now I have boxer shorts which helps me stay covered.

A clatter of metal causes my heart to jump. Coming out of the darkest is the giantess who picked me up earlier. She stares down at me with curiosity.

"Strange," She says with quiet eagerness. "Usually after waking up, your kind screams and tries to run."

A frown crosses my face when the woman says 'your kind'.  Can she see the look on my face? No. But that doesn't mean I can't make a face.

The giantess sits down. "But you're the first one who hasn't done that."

I Look back down at my legs. "How the hell-"

"Simple," The woman plucks up a pen and twiddles it between her finger and thumb. "Practice. That's what I've been doing the last twenty years of my life."

My fingers brush over the rough plaster, losing myself in thought as I do. She's practiced surgery on tinies for twenty years. Why? Did she get bored of working on giants?

A drawer slides open and the woman plucks out a pair of crutches. "These will help you walk around, but they have no special features for scaling desks. I do advise you to stay in bed for a few days before walking around."

I glare at the offering. The woman sets them down next to me with a sigh. A silence falls on the room. I turn my gaze anywhere else besides the scientist/doctor. What bothers me is how would she perform an x-ray, revaluation, and making a plaster cast that fits me. Not to mention the bandages on my ankle. Doctors have steady hands, but it'd be like performing on a mouse.

Another thought pops up in my head, making my blood run cold. "How long did this..." I gesture to my legs. "This process take?"

"An hour or so," The woman responds calmly. "Why would you want to know?"

An hour! "Ah, Shit!" I panic, slapping my forehead. "Sam's gonna kill me."

The woman cocks a brow. "Why would she do that?"

I reach for the crutches and try to get my broken bottom half under me. "Because she doesn't know I'm down here."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the giant woman move closer. "Why are you down here?"

Another hard glare for the woman. "Answers," I say flatly, pulling the crutches close and doing my best to get them under me.

"Answers?" The giantess is now intrigued. Leaning in and resting her chin on her hand, setting her pen aside to help lift me to my feet by a pinch and pull on my hoodie making it easy for me to get my feet under me. "I may be able to help."

I keep myself propped up correctly by pulling as much weight as I can into my sprained ankle instead of the broken knee. I bite my lip, the pain hasn't gone away, but I'm a stubborn ass tiny who will not sit back down. "Good, because I have some questions for you."

"By all means, ask away." The woman smiles with pleasure.

Do I start off with a hard hitter or wait until I get some runners on base? Ah, who gives a damn at this point. The last thing she could do is deny me an answer.

"On one condition though," of course. "I get to ask questions of my own."

I don't like where this going. Hell, my mind told me not to do this and here I am, doing it anyway. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so stubborn and actually listened to the smarter side of myself. Screw it, I'm this far deep, I might as well finish digging my grave.

"Okay," I agree. I'm sure to regret agreeing to this later. "What is it that you did in the last four years that you were gone?"

The woman frowns and sits back in the dark. "That is none of your business. Whether you are a tiny or not, it's sensitive information."

So governmental stuff. Okay, maybe starting with a heavy hitter was not the best choice.

"Then what is it that you do?"

"I conduct experiments on animals, though my company does not believe tinies are animals since our kind has come from yours. We believe that some human lacked the quick evolutionary process at the time." The woman explains in a calming tone. "Though, that does not mean we ask tinies to volunteer for some experiments. Some are fatal, but we do take extra care and caution to make sure they come out alive."

A wave of relief washes over me. "Oh, thank gods. I thought you'd be some crazy scientist."

The woman comes back into the light, a deep frown, and an ice-like glare. "I'm insulted that you'd think that."

That wave of relief is sucked back out and builds into a dangerous wave terror. "No, no. I didn't... I mean I did, but..." I panic, trying to defend myself.

A lighthearted chuckle escapes the giantess's throat. "Calm down, sweetie, before you hurt yourself again. It's only a tease."

In the last thirty seconds, I've felt relief and terror. I don't know if I can trust Samantha's mom right now.

"Don't worry, my questions won't be as hard to answer as yours are." I don't know if that is supposed to ease my already jumpy nerves, but it doesn't help. "I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Willow Gains." The woman holds out her pointer finger for me to shake. "And you are?"

I don't shake her finger out of fear of falling over, but I do answer her. "Caesar."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Where are you from?"

"The pet store."

"Eye color?"

"Blue."

"How tall are you?"

When I agreed to let Willow question me, I thought she'd ask deeper questions not questions you ask your friend.

I pause and think. "Uh... in my standards or your standards."

"Both." This woman is asking some odd questions.

"I'm... 5'10 in my terms and two an a half inches tall in your terms." I'm not so confident in my answer and Willow can see that.

With raised brow and a small smirk, Willow questions me again. "Are you sure?"

"Uh... maybe."

She squints, pressing her thin lips together to make a thinner line. "I'm eye-balling this, but you're pushing three inches."

Three inches? I can't complain. It's better than being two and a half inches tall. James must miss measured me. Not like it matters how tall I am. I'm not a threat to anyone except myself because of how stupid I act half the time. Like when I broke my leg trying to escape.

"Surprising what an extra half an inch can do for you," Willow says with a smile.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, it did nothing for me."

"I presume you are talking about your leg and foot." I nod. "You could have gone splat and not snap."

I'm guessing she means I would've become a red blob instead of having broken body parts. Better broken than dead.

"I guess."

"Guessing is good."

Willow is an odd woman, but I'm starting to like her. There are a few things that I don't agree with about her. Like leaving her daughter for science. Governmental science is something you can't ignore I guess. I don't have a big enough case to hate her and I don't have a big enough to case to fully like her. Willow is a nice woman, but I don't know much about her.

"You are an interesting tiny, Caesar," Samantha said the same thing about me a few days ago. "You're going to make a great new addition to our family."

New addition?

"Now let's return you to Samantha."

Oh, Shit!

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