"Miss Richards it seems your genetic makeup has changed considerably in a short amount of time. Have you noticed any changes to your body? Or any strange phenomenon?"
I thought back to the last few times I entered the tower. The assistant pursed her lips in impatience. She didn't have the finesse of Dr. Ivory and I suddenly felt like a lab rat again.
I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was six in the morning. It felt a little too early for a wake up call. This assistant, who introduced herself as Dr. Plumb, wasn't wearing the usual scrubs of the clinic and her hair looked a little too well done to be a doctor here.
"I'm sorry, who are you again?"
I feigned ignorance and watched the pursed line turn into a frown.
"Patient is being uncooperative." Dr. Plumb jotted notes down in a small book.
I picked up the phone beside my bed and dialed one to reach the nurses station.
