Chapter 347: The Sisters
Bright light and pain woke Ferro.
He found himself in a room that was almost clinically white, where it wasn’t entirely made of metal, laying in the softest bed he could remember, and surrounded by strange devices that beeped steadily.
Where...
He tried to ask aloud, but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton and sand. And when he had more of his thoughts gathered he noticed he was the only one in the room, except for a white version of the insectoid machines that hovered patiently nearby, its abdomen hosting a range of tools and a small pair of arms with fingers arranged in circles at the end.
It was with these strange fingers, which rotated in or out to form six-digited hands, that the drone presented Ferro with a cup of water.
As soon as he realized, he gulped it completely, using his tongue to scrape out the vessel. When he was done, the drone offered its "hand" and received the cup.
"Thank you," Ferro bowed his head, and the drone chirruped happily and returned the gesture, before flying off to deposit the cup somewhere out of sight.
Ferro noticed then that, oddly, his body did not feel much need for water, which might have had something to do with the bag of clear liquid suspended above him, with a tube leading into his arm.
The sight was jarring, but when he jumped at the realization it was in his arm, the pain told him that taking it out was probably not the best idea, since it was clearly there for a purpose and he wasn’t dead.
The bag looked mostly deflated. Otherwise, he might have tried to tear it open to quench his throat some more.
It took him a few moments to realize that it wasn’t made of glass, but some kind of clear, flexible material.