7 - Demons
“Hey, M! Don’t you think it’s time you got your skinny butt out of bed? Doc’s about ready to run those new diagnostics on you, and he’s not going to be a happy camper if you’re not up and in the lab waiting for him.”
Æquana jerked away, feeling her skin draw tight and hot against her bones. Her heart was pounding so fast, she was beginning to feel dizzy. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut didn’t help to quell the roiling nausea rising in her stomach.
No. No. She wasn’t back at the clinic, she frantically told herself. But there was the feel of the pillow beneath her head. The blanket covering her. And she could smell the ozone-ish taint of recycled air.
No. No. She began to shiver uncontrollably as her brain cried out her denial. No. No! She wasn’t back in the labs! She wasn’t
