Lying on the hospital bed, I fixed my gaze on the ceiling. I reached inward, seeking the familiar interface of my biomonitor, but was met only with a glaring "System Error" in my mind's eye. Frustrated, I attempted to activate my comlink, only to be greeted by the same frustrating error, leaving me feeling more isolated than ever.
My eyes scanned the room. Neon strips lined the walls, casting a glow on the sleek, metallic surfaces. Monitors hummed softly, with constant scroll of vitals and data.
Castor sat beside me, an unwelcome presence in this sterile environment. I wanted to confront him, demand answers, but my body refused to cooperate, leaving me feeling helpless.
"Don't move," he instructed.
"Why?" I managed to whisper.
He didn't answer, just gave me a look filled with worry. I tried to touch my face, to feel something familiar, but only one arm responded, and even that movement was hindered by a tangle of wires.
