Time stood still in the white room, mind-numbingly similar to the walls and floors of every other room and hallway in the Anakt facility. These tiles were cracked, dilapidated by disuse. A medical room was reserved for pet humans of rich owners, after all. It was costly to maintain their health to such an extent.

A golden haired boy laid in an old padded chair that was semi-reclined, hardly conscious. If pallor wasn't a sign of his ill condition, an unsteady beating from the heart monitor certainly was.