Murder of the 15th XI

11 AM, Present-day

Sam sat on the bed, leaning against the bed frame. She was wearing peach-colored silk pajamas, listening to the long-winded explanation of the doctor that afternoon. She couldn't see the specialist face, but she could tell by the tone of his voice he was lost. 

Having had enough, Sam sighed. 

"I understand perfectly how the human anatomy functions, get to the point. Can you fix it or not?" She spat. Elle sent the specialist an apologetic smile, she knew the redhead wasn't being rude on purpose, she was just impatient.

Dr. Llyod pursed his thin lips, he honestly had no idea, what's gone wrong. Her eyes were responding perfectly. But as to why she can't process the images must be due to the unknown drug injected in her.