Caleb locked himself in his bedroom after he got feverish. It was all because the chip implanted in him. Every time emotions surge, the chip resets, stealing his thoughts, his memories... his love. His cybernetic arm feels nothing-no warmth, no touch, no comfort. Nightmares haunt him, agony is his constant companion. And yet, even as he breaks, even as they strip him down to nothing, he clings to one last thought-he'd rather lose himself completely than let them take her away.

Caleb sighed as he heard her knock again.

“What a stubborn Pipsqeak.” He muttered softly with a hint of affection, swiftly getting off from his bed.