Crowe Manor, Meteor Hill…
Brigid sat on the cold metallic surface of a medical bed.
Her legs swung idly as the countless wires and plugs connected her to the machines around her.
High-tech headgear bristling with sensors rested snugly on her head as its tangled mess of cables snaked into consoles buzzing with activity.
She stared at the ceiling with a blank expression as her vibrant green eyes remained steady.
Scientists walked around her as their murmured discussions mixed with the steady hum of machines. Screens flashed complex data and showed erratic, almost incomprehensible brainwave patterns.
From the far corner of the room, Adira stood with her arms crossed as she bit her lip impatiently.
"What's the status so far?"
One of the lead scientists—a wiry man with thick-rimmed glasses—looked up from his console.
There was such a wonder and unease in his eyes.
