Amber woke up in a white room. White ceiling, white walls, white blankets. The same infirmary as when she lost her eye. She looked at her arm, which was still attached with a few stitches. Everything was almost blinding, with the exception of Micah next to a white water cooler, casually taking sips from a white mug. His light green polo shirt was a welcome change from everything else.
"What are you doing here?" She groaned.
"You needed a blood transfusion." Micah replied calmly, getting a second mug and filling it with water. "Nobody else wanted to do it, so here I am."
"You're telling me Vanessa doesn't want to donate blood?"
"She was scared that whatever came out of you would have attacked her." He shrugged.
"Oh right, that." Amber groaned, feeling where her eye should be.
"By the way, what was that?" Micah asked, casually drinking his water. "Power research is my specialty, and I've never seen anything like that."
