Dream [007] 3/22/09 Raiden
Sliding the liquid-filled tube into the centrifuge, Naomi smiled to herself as she gazed down at the nearly full machine. This was how she desired to spend her days. In the lab, by herself, with no other responsibilities to attend to.
Placing her fingers on the lid of the device to shut it, the doctor immediately withdrew her hand as the centrifuge crumbled to pieces under her touch. "Wh-what?"
Uncertain as to what was going on, Naomi experimentally reached out to rest a finger on her nearby microscope. Before she stretched her fingers out, it dissolved completely.
Her wide eyes frantically flickering around the room, Naomi's confused expression turned to panic as she realized the entire room was aging in front of her. The glass beakers suddenly turned murky, a thick layer of dust filling them. The blades of the scissors across from her became coated in rust.
The decay was supposed to happen slowly, but now it had been sped up.
Closing her eyes against the destruction in front of her, a strong grip took a hold of her arm, pulling her backwards and away from her lab. Once the motion stops, she opened her eyes.
"Raiden..."
"I'll protect you, Naomi." Cold, yet strong arms slipped around her shoulders, bringing the woman to his chest in an unusually gentle gesture. Resting her head on his shoulder, Naomi's expression turned calm almost instantly.
"Thank you."
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*she shudders awake, her eyes wide and frightened as she sits up quickly in bed. There is a silent pause as she glances around the bedroom, trying to catch her breath.*
That dream...It coul- GAAH-! *as a sharp cry cuts off her sentence, she reaches outside of the dreamberry's view, her hand returning with a syringe. She jabs it into her neck quickly, throwing her head back at the injection.*