The lab

You wake up, drenched in sweat. you hear a faint knock slowly getting louder, louder, and louder. You can't tell if it's just in your head or real. You get out of bed and creep over the door, the knob cold against your palm. You see a glimpse dark figure before just everything truns to black. You wake up again, cold glass against your back, a scienitst outside of it, controlling a machine that is full of syringes, contain liquids that hover all around you Professor Davis: Hello 007.