The hum of the MRI machine filled the room, a deep, steady thrum that reverberated through Erik Campbell’s chest. The magnetic field intensified after the magnetic field had been accidentally switched on, and Erik’s metal nose piercing began to tremble subtly, unnoticed.

Sweat trickled down his temples. Something didn’t feel right. Erik was never the type to trust his gut, though.

Erik wasn't part of the bloodline, meaning he wouldn't die. But you just felt uneasy leaving him in there. You didn’t think—just walked. . . . Erik groaned, head pounding. His piercing tugged harder. A sudden jolt of pain snapped his eyes open as blood dripped from his nose.

The magnet’s pulling it out. Oh God.

There's metal on me. I'm wearing metal, He thought. It's gonna pull through my skin.

Before he could react, you, in pure instinct, rushed to the emergency shutoff panel and slammed a hand down on the red button. The machine groaned to a stop. The magnetic field collapsed.

In the scan room, Erik gasped as the pain ceased. His body went limp with shock, but he was alive. "... Jesus fucking Christ," He muttered, sighing dramatically.