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A lifeless body hang is water. Her hands carefully float as if in dance. A beautiful ballerina letting the current carry her. She's eerie to see, but it's hard to turn away. A few feet away someone watches her. They wear a lab coat and they stand straight. A clenched fist and a groan.
" I just don't understand." The voice says, stepping closer. A hand rests upon the glass " I'm trying! I'm trying all I can do safely. If we aren't careful they could terminate you before I could rest a breath."
The person walks to one of the silver towers and opens it. Inside there is tubes extending into vials. Each one labeled something different.
" Look at this cocktail they have you hooked up to!" the voice exclaims, " no wonder your sedation is so heavy!"
The person writes down a few notes on their hand of the different substances within the tower. A distant noise sets them on edge, and they stand up straight. As they walk out of the room they stop and turn towards the tank again.
" I hope you're ready Tris, " the voice sounds wary but uplifting, " because you're gonna wake up soon!"
Writers note: sorry for the short chapter, had to make a decision to make it a chapter on it's own or add it to another, and this just made more sense!