“You crazy bitch.”
His head hurt. His vision was blurry. But as soon as he heard the machinery’s hum, Connor realized where he was, and he found his voice.
“Welcome back, Connor.” Of course she was here.
He started to make out the familiar shapes of the objects in the lab – tables, computers, tanks, fluorescent lights, Rhona’s workstation. As his vision returned, he also realized he couldn’t move his arms; he was taped to his desk chair.
“I was afraid I’d given you too much…and today of all days, that would be anticlimactic.”