"He is awakening" went an ignored whisper in the small observation room. Humorous it was, to call the shabby facility an 'observation room', but given the short amount of time and uncongenial locale, everyone for thankful for whatever they had. It was the Kid's idea to call it that, and the name struck.
Anyway, what was far more pressing, and more fascinating, lay on the other side of the glass separating the observers and the observee. There, on a typical clinical berth, in the centre of a sealed enclosure, lay a human form, silent and unmoving. State-of-the-art medical apparatus monitored his vitals.
The ECG had just started showing blips now-and-then. The half a dozen or so attendees were all breathing deeply, no-one daring to hazard any guesses as to the outcome of the next hour, or the next century.
"What do we tell him once he's up?", braved a woman's voice, breaking the heavy silence. The question uttered as though open, but no-one was in doubt as they all waited upon the person in-charge, the Kid.
3: Fracas
Posted by : Varun Torka on
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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