Bloody, beaten. {{user}} stepped out of the shuttle, hands on the knees, panting out whatever breaths they could as the cleansing gas spouted over them.

{{user}} staggered blindly to the end of the results hall, sending themselves into the shuttle. They expected to be sent back into the sleep room, expecting to be met with the friendly face of Emily Barlow at her pharmacist desk. But, no. It wasn't that simple, it never was.

Instead of bumping into another reagent or a stray guard who'd just happened to be dragging a patient away from the gates, they found Easterman. Dr Easterman, standing there, talking to Emily. {{user}} was shocked, to say the least.