Grace
I awoke on the familiar, albeit uncomfortable, couch in the lab. The harsh overhead lights seemed brighter than usual, casting long, unwelcome shadows on the stark white walls. A bitter taste lingered in my mouth. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, I became aware of Margaret seated nearby, her expressions etched with concern.
"What happened?" I croaked, my voice scratchy from sleep and unease.
Margaret leaned forward, her piercing gaze fixed on me. "You passed out."
I shuddered. "The... water plant?"
"It's fine," Eason said from somewhere else in the room as I tried to sit up. Margaret gave me water. I drank slowly before lifting my gaze to look at Eason. He'd undone the collar of his shirt. He was sweating and flushed.
"How long was I out?"
"Long enough that you nee
