Dr. Veyra sat alone in his private office, the lights dimmed to a soft, ambient glow that allowed the screens in front of him to take center stage.
On the largest monitor, a detailed scan of Soran's brain rotated slowly, displaying the intricate web of neural pathways and the small, glowing clusters that marked her nodes.
His sharp grey eyes traced over each one carefully, his lips pressing into a thin line as he noted the extensive damage scattered throughout.
"It's worse than I initially thought."
The doctor quietly rubbed his beard while staring at the scan before turning his head to stare in a certain direction.
Beyond the glass partition that separated his office from the recovery ward, Soran lay motionless on a medical bed, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow but steady.
