"Ma'am, I understand you need answers, but in procedures like this, you need to reintroduce project 001 slowly to questions," I could hear the doctor trying to explain to someone.
"Do I look like I care? I need my answers now, and I'm getting them myself! You should step away voluntarily, or your body will be removed. Either way, I'm taking charge," Mrs. Maureen threatened. The doctor replied, but I couldn't hear what he said. He stepped away, and Mrs. Maureen was in my line of sight.
"Why did you kill my son, you wench?" she spat. Anger and fury laced her voice. I couldn't see her face; it was just blurry figures.
"I… did not… kill… your… son," I managed to say.
"Level 2!" she ordered angrily. I don't know what they did, but I was starting to get myself. I could see them better. My head felt as though pins were being forced into it.
"I repeat, why did you kill my son?" she bellowed. It was as though her voice was further pushing the needles into my head.
