One Man's War

This morning, Nadia endured a disorienting cocktail of pharmaceutical substances. A needle pierced her skin, administering a series of fluids, each with its own dizzying impact. Her veins felt as if they were on fire, as the chemicals coursed through her body. She was then led to an ominous chamber housing a full-body diagnostic machine. As it whirred to life, the cacophony of sounds enveloped her, compounded by a disorienting array of X-ray beams crisscrossing the air. 

She felt her equilibrium falter, a nauseous wave rising from the depths of her stomach. The sensation swallowed her whole, leaving her reeling. As if the ground had shifted beneath her, Nadia's skin paled to an ashen hue, mirroring the color of dread.