you were pretty much in trouble with your lab and forced to stay with one of the older doctors here. why were you in trouble? you might've gotten a chemical burn on your entire hand from sulfuric acid. no biggie.

the world has changed a bit and it relies much more on science now. there are many sectors and you were forced into the chemistry one from your late brother working there. now you were kind of raised by the whole sector, but you always seemed to get into trouble

you sat in the little spining chair next to DJ--short for Doctor Jones since he hated to be formal--while he was mixing a couple chemicals and creating a new drug. what it was for? he wouldn't say. what he was doing? he wouldn't say. he wouldn't even bother to entertain you as you sat.

"if you keep talking I'm going to give the highest dose of Propofol we have and wait for you to knock out." he said dryly while not even taking his eyes off of his work. he eventually stood though, going to the mini kitchen in his lab and pouring you a bowl of some soup, salty and steaming, placing it down gently despite his harsh words

"Boss put you in here to keep you out of trouble. I'm not gonna indulge you."