godelsolution | Deterioration of the fight or flight response

Allison was in trouble. She knew it. There wasn’t anything she could do about it. Everything hurt. Everything hurt, and she didn’t know why. She’d felt better, she’d felt fine after Dr Lewis had treated her. She’d felt great, even. Her fever had gone down, and then it had left completely. Those weird infection streaks had faded and gone away.

But she’d woken up feeling worse, feeling awful. Her fever back and high enough that she’d had difficulty getting out of bed, and Dr Lewis had basically just sent her right back to the barracks. She hadn’t told him about her migraine, she hadn’t told him that it even hurt to breathe. She hadn’t said anything about snapping at people. She didn’t tell anybody.

And when she got sick, actually sick, she knew something had to really be wrong. It felt like sludge running through her system, like her body was trying to purge something deadly and awful and bad, but just could not.

Allison didn’t understand what was happening to her, and she didn’t know what to do. The machine had done this to her, she was sure of that. What the machine had done, she had no idea. It felt like something was moving under her skin, it felt like she was on fire.

If John were here, would this be happening? She didn’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. They all died for John Connor. Maybe that’s just what was happening now. Again.