part five: both boil
She registers the stale lighting and knows she's no longer outdoors. The plastic feeling of latex roaming her body and the chill in the dense air tells her that she's back in the white room she detests so much.
"Bring him in."
If she had the strength she would frown. The last thing she's ever imagined is these cruel monsters providing her with a doctor in an effort to save her life.
She fades into her mind, only to come back to reality when she hears many footsteps and the scraping of metal against the floor. Too many people to work on one woman, she thinks, and tries desperately to open her eyes.
She can't. They're swollen shut.
Happy Halloween!
