Chapter 297: Just Getting Started

There seemed to be a whistle. But at the same time, there clearly was not. There were footsteps, for sure– hundreds of them, even.

Katherine could see the lips of the person talking to her moving– she could even see her teeth and tongue. The IV bag was also dripping her with very minute amounts of sugar and saline. 

The fan loosely attached below the ceiling of the tent wiggled and rotated; the little hints of the sun coming and going reflected in her eyes.

The apparatus and scanners attached to her also buzzed and beeped.

There were so many things happening inside the tent… but the only thing that was entering her ears was a whistle. A quiet, unending whistle that drowned everything else. Perhaps it was because of the heat and the humidity; perhaps her sweat was already gathered in her ears…

…but everything else was muffled.

Just the whistle– that was the only thing Katherine could hear. But finally, almost as if something popped–