Excerpt
Ivy held her hospital gown shut with trembling hands as she stood in line in the waiting room. Surrounded by a sea of women in tiny white robes, she watched her peers clasp their arms firmly across their chests for some semblance of modesty.
The waiting room in the medical office was too clean and the walls were a ghostly white. Metal chairs were stacked in the corner, forcing the patients to stand, and fluorescent overhead lights cast human-shaped shadows on the ivory tiled floor. There were no windows; no way to peek at the decaying Earth outside.
No way to escape.
Soon, we will all be ghosts, Ivy thought. Even though the Wardens of the Watch promised that Cleansing was the start of a better life, she knew a part of her spirit would die. Once the needle pierced her skin, she would never be herself again. Her most powerful and forbidden parts would be gone.
A bright red door was the only pop of color in the room. The Wardens promised that what was beyond the door was nothing to worry about; this facility was just like the main hospital in town.
Of course, mutants were not allowed to use hospitals. Ivy and all of the other patients had no practical frame of reference to pull from. She'd seen a hospital in a movie that predated the Bio Wars but guessed the hospitals that existed in New America were not like the ones in old movies and books. She didn't know why the Wardens of the Watch separated men from women, or why everyone had to strip down to get a shot. All she knew was that the fear in the room was as strong as the scent of antiseptic, and she wanted to be done with this and move on with her life.
I'm gaining more than I'm giving up, Ivy reminded herself as the red door creaked open.
"Haven." A bearded man in a Warden uniform—a tailored and utilitarian blue suit with red and white accents—motioned for the next girl in line to walk in.
Ivy's chest tightened as she watched the girl approach the Warden. The girl's golden complexion and curly dark hair reminded Ivy of her mother. Soon, Ivy would finally be able to buy medicine for her mom. She'd have access to stores, hospitals, and doctors. Even if her mother refused to take the cure, she could find a way to use her new status to help her mother. In addition, she'd be able to legally marry and start a life with her boyfriend. Asher would save every penny to afford the medicine. He was fully dedicated to helping the people that she loved.
In order to gain anything in life, you typically have to lose something. It's just one shot. One small death followed by a life better than the one I have now. The Cleansing is nothing to be afraid of, Ivy reminded herself. A part of me will die, but my mother will live. The people I love are worth it.
Ivy chewed her fingernails, a nervous habit that she thought she'd overcome years ago when she'd started journaling. Being separated from friends and family and working for The Mutants in Service to Society program had brought her nervous habits back.
Ivy could see the girl's limbs trembling as she stepped toward the bearded man, but could only speculate if it was due to the cold or due to fear. The girl took a deep breath before following the Warden through the door. The door shut behind them with a loud bang.