***LUCA***
As tired as I was, I didn't let myself fall asleep. I kept my eyes on the microscope feed and watched as, one by one, Scissera's blood cells were transformed over and over again. The pain she had been sharing with me was gone and the last bag in Sam's treatment protocol had finally emptied as the sun rose. He removed her IV and took one last blood sample for the feed.
He didn't say anything for a while. Instead, he checked the machines and the monitors like a worried mother.
"What's wrong, Sam?" I asked, catching on to his fidgeting. "Did it not work fully?"
"I won't know that until I get some x-rays, and she wakes up. The first real test is going to be her first shift, but that's a whole different subject. You would have a better chance at getting her to shift than me. I'
