As Selina scrambled toward the grand entrance, she slowed at the sight of a young man entering, clutching a white folder.
Doctor Philip approached her with a polite smile. "Hello, Ms. Selina. You're awake."
Selina tilted her head, her gaze cautiously swept over him. His image flashed in her head with a dull ache. "Who are you? You look familiar, yet…"
Philip adjusted his glasses, saying. "We met twelve hours ago. You wouldn't remember because you were in a heavily drugged state."
Selina's eyes widened in bewilderment, her jaw dropping. She had assumed her physical state was a reaction to the weather or perhaps a hormonal shift, but this was something far more sinister.
"What… What do you mean, drugged? Was I truly drugged?"
Philip nodded. "Yes. You were. I have the results right here," he answered, flipping the file open.
The words sent her thoughts into a spiral. He took samples. Her palms grew slick with sweat as she watched him extract a single sheet from the folder.
