Chapter 73: Number Four
"You’re all cleared," The doctor’s voice rang through an empty laboratory. Elliot sat there, his back bare to the cold air that shot out of the air conditioners. His eyes half-lidded, he was tired, so extremely tired...
His hands reached up to cup his face, fingers digging into loose strands of wild, unkempt hair.
"I feel sick..." he muttered, his voice muffled through his hands.
The doctor watched him with pity in his eyes, his hand pulling the notepad closer to his person, his lab coat scrunched in between before saying,
"You’ve been asleep for many days. We were starting to believe you’d never wake."
Elliot raised his head, his brown hair now covering his nape from how much it had grown over the past few days. The look in his eyes—finally up after so long—caused the doctor to hesitate.
"As you know, since your return, we’ve been monitoring the three of you, along with the other victims of the blip calamity. However, out of everyone, you’re the only one with any signs of severe changes..."
"Severe...?" Elliot spoke in disbelief at what he was hearing, looking at the doctor as though he spoke some foreign tongue. Yet no matter how much he wished it to be his imagination, the doctor nodded to his speculation before continuing.
"Your body’s cells have been moving at rapid rates, though your wounds were long healed before you even arrived, yet your psyche remained unconscious for about a week. So..."
Elliot looked at his palms as the doctor spoke, his fingers trembling as he felt his heart rate rise higher and higher. Cold sweat started to accumulate on his brows.
Just like that, the room plunged into a deep red. The atmosphere around him changed. The blinding white lights grew a deep crimson, the door shutting as the chair he sat in strapped him down, forcing him to sit still.