"Miss Richards it seems your genetic makeup has changed considerably in a short amount of time. Have you noticed any changes to your body? Or any strange phenomenon?"
I thought back to the last few times I entered the tower. The assistant pursed her lips in impatience. She didn't have the finesse of Dr. Ivory and I suddenly felt like a lab rat again.
I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was six in the morning. It felt a little too early for a wake up call. This assistant, who introduced herself as Dr. Plumb, wasn't wearing the usual scrubs of the clinic and her hair looked a little too well done to be a doctor here.
"I'm sorry, who are you again?"
I feigned ignorance and watched the pursed line turn into a frown.
"Patient is being uncooperative." Dr. Plumb jotted notes down in a small book.
I picked up the phone beside my bed and dialed one to reach the nurses station.
"What do you think you are doing?" Her nasally voice made me want to plug my ears.
