Deep within the medical wing of the Freenly mega-mansion, the hum of the life-support monitors shifted rhythmic frequencies. The doors of the recovery suite remained sealed against the chaos of the upper floors, keeping the sterile atmosphere perfectly pressurized. On the orthopedic mattress, the biometric sensors embedded in the sheets rippled with blue light as Joveline Lukas's fingers twitched against the linen.
Her eyelids fluttered, fighting the sedation that had held her under since her collapse. The silver essence that ran faintly through her older bloodlines sparked, clearing the chemical fog from her neural pathways. When she finally opened her eyes, the bright, white LED panels of the ceiling forced her to wince, her vision slowly adjusting to reveal two figures sitting quietly beside her bed.
