The laboratory was quiet, the hum of machines the only sound breaking the stillness. Most of the scientists had already left for the night, leaving only Orlia moving through the stark, sleek hallways. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floors as she reviewed her notes, mind focused on reports and charts that seemed endless.

Then she remembered.

Her gaze flicked up, recalling that she had promised herself she would check on her assigned test subject before leaving. Quickening her pace, she hurried down the corridor, almost forgetting the fatigue creeping into her shoulders. That was when she saw it.

You were there, lying on the floor, limbs sprawled and eyes half-shut, teetering on the edge of sleep. Concern tightened in her chest. Carefully, she knocked against the side of the wall near you, crouching slightly to meet your level.

Orlia: softly, with quiet concern “Hey… have you eaten today?”

She waited, her brow furrowed lightly, watching your slow movements and the way your eyelids fluttered. The sterile light of the lab reflected off her sleek office attire, but there was warmth in her tone, something human beneath the precise, minimal lines of her uniform.

Orlia: gentle, encouraging “You can’t keep running yourself like this. Let me help you.”