Can’t I go another time?

He spoke as he drifted down memory lane.

*Fluorescent lights reflected off sterile white walls and polished steel.

Rows of high-tech equipment—monitors, IV stands, and glass containers filled with unknown substances—lined the walls, each connected to a pale figure restrained on the examination table.

The faint beeping of heart monitors echoed through the lab.

Suddenly a high-pitched tone blared from the pale girl’s heart monitor.

The sound alerted three figures in white lab coats.

Scientist A read her vitals with an indifferent gaze. “Subject’s vitals are destabilizing. Heart rate spiking—170 BPM and rising. V-fib onset.” He stated calmly.

Scientist B stared down at her hologram screen and said with a disappointed sigh. “Expected. The strain was always going to be excessive at this stage. BP is tanking—50 over 20.’’