Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes shot open.
Not my room. Not any room I'd ever seen.
A soft white glow pulsed above me. The ceiling was curved, sterile. A dome of synthetic light, smooth as porcelain.
I couldn't move.
My wrists were strapped down with thick metal cuffs. Same with my ankles. A steel band pressed against my chest, holding me flat to the cold, surgical table beneath me. Tubes ran from my neck into something behind the table. And something cold ice-cold was inside my spine.
I tried to scream.
I couldn't.
A metallic gag covered my mouth. Panic surged. My lungs pumped like I'd just run for miles.
Where the hell am I?
I blinked.
And then I saw them.
Figures. Blurred at first, silhouettes moving behind fogged glass. Then closer. Men and women in white coats. Full face masks. Blue gloves.
One held a needle the size of a pen. Another typing furiously into a touchscreen. I heard snippets of code…
