Keira woke in a daze, staring up at a white tiled ceiling high above. After meeting the meathead Carter and the mad scientist, she vaguely remembered slipping in and out of consciousness. She'd been fighting hard against the drugs, but what little she remembered wasn't worth anything—just snippets of being taken from one room to another and being tossed onto the bed like a discarded toy.
She flicked her gaze across the room, but Carter and the mad scientist weren't in it. They really had left her there, and not restrained like before. Sure, her mind was still a little foggy, and her body was definitely weak. Was their security that good?
Furrowing her brow and mustering enough strength from her otherwise heavy body, Keira jumped out of bed and flopped out of bed. The white room spun around as she realised her 'jump' was not as successful as she thought. Her legs were still on the bed, and her body and arms were on the ground.
