The Boy

In the Infinity Tower,

Anna lay reclined in a high-tech infirmary, her abdomen swathed in shimmering bandages that emitted a soft yet dark glow with each pulse. 

The sterile, white surroundings, punctuated by the quiet bustle of nurses, starkly contrasted the tension that hung palpably in the air.

The doors of the room hissed open, admitting Lila, who walked in briskly with a tablet in hand. 

Her expression was a mix of mock concern and reproach as she clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "Tsk, tsk, my pup, do you have any idea how close you were to causing us a huge loss by almost getting killed out there?" she asked, her tone layered with mock sternness.

Anna's fingers tightened reflexively around the edges of her bedsheet as she attempted to speak, her voice strained, "I-I am sorry, Doctor. I really wanted—"