To Watch, Raise and Harvest (Continued)

I watched as my brother snapped his finger making three other men rise behind him and follow him. Within moments another Watcher approached me.
            “Excuse me Dear,” he said in a patient voice,
            “Your brother has assigned me to tend to your every needs for the course of the next 72 hours. If you will, follow me please.”
I’ve noticed the Raised are told to be more connected with their emotions and quite empathetic, whereas the Watchers typically are patient, caring beings. The Government can be quite misleading and overly predictable. But however the Harvest seem to be quite... unknown to us all. They are just pushed aside really.
I followed my Watcher to my room where they had not unpacked my luggage, but however laid out a medical gown for me to put on. I guess it was time for me to get vaccinated. Adorned in my lilac gown and pale nylons and uncomforting and high frankly shoes I was lead by lights and a female and male Watcher to a hospital bed. As they strapped me down I knew that I may have gotten into more than what I can handle.
           “Now Dear take a deep breath, feel free to clench my hand” the female Watcher sweetly said,
           “Yes Dear, you shouldn’t feel a thing. Just stay extra still now.” The male Watcher informed me.
I clenched her hand and counted in my head, breathing deeply - until I gasped.
I woke in my penthouse room in a silk gown in bed. As I began to waken I tried to raise to my feet. But surely enough my Watcher returned quickly informing me I was far too weak to stand on my own. He called in another Watcher to help change me and move me into a wheelchair. Adorned in white I was rolled down to the table as brunch was brought in. Unexpectedly Zaria entered with my brother Brindle.
            “Oh my brother, and Zaria what have you?” I sleepily sang,
They smiled at me as they sat around the table of brunch. Pouring themselves tea and helping themselves to their meal before answering.
             “Everlyn the Watchers brought us here today for Avery asked, bless his heart. Though we cannot tell whether he wants us to talk you out of this or perhaps advise you what the life of a Harvest is even like, what they’re like.” Zaria wearly phrased.
             “Avery my brother knows my identical’s mind has been made up. He knows not to stand between blood and dreams. But he has more so sent us here to welcome her back to waking life, your first 30 hours have lapsed sister. It will be 12 more hours before you can fully function again. Whereas the remaining hours you have to live amongst the Harvest, that is if you can make it to the desired town within the remaining time. ‘Aint it funny how these things turn out my sister?” Brindle said calmly while blowing into his tea.
            “Quite the laugh my brother, so humorous I can barely remain grasp to my seat.” I said with the least amount of enthusiasm ever to face the two,
            “You see my brother and dear friend I do not need many hours to locate the answer. For it shall fall into place amongst my arrival. Fate is fate, and as my dreams have correctly stated this fate shall fall to my grasp quickly.”
             “Have it that way my dearest, but...” I interrupted Zaria..
            “There shall be no ‘Buts’ mind you my friend. There will only be comings of. And if my          blood has not shown dominance before.... Trust me with this answer I shall bring shall cause quite the commotion amongst this all.”