Cool water flowed through her veins, as if someone had placed a cooling cloth on the inside of her body, comforting her nerves and muscle and bones rather than her skin. It was an odd sensation, she couldn’t entirely place a finger on her opinions on it. The coolness definitely didn’t feel bad, but it was also uncomfortable as a whole new sensory experience she had never lived through before, let alone even considered a possible feeling she was ever going to undergo in her life.

Wait.

She was supposed to be dead.

Nisha cracked open her eyes, suddenly hit by a bright, white colored light, which was confusing for many reasons. First things first, she was supposed to be dead, she thought she died. She didn’t go to Heaven or meet Jesus but she just assumed that was because she didn’t really believe in all that anyway, was this reincarnation? Was she going to find herself transformed into a cat or a monkey? She obviously had eyes so it definitely wasn’t anything inanimate. This whole situation made her wish she paid more attention to her mother’s religious lessons as a kid. She forced her eyes open more, just a hair, and shakily lifted up her hand in front of her face.

Still the same brown, still the same Nisha.

She closed her eyes again, even the simple movement of not completely opening them wore her out. Resting her hand in her chest, she tried to wake her still groggy, still out of it brain up by considering what the hell just happened to her. She obviously hadn’t died, at least not completely. The last thing she really remembered was breathing in that unfamiliar gas, and then passing out. What had happened after was…...obviously some sort of hallucination, possibly a really bad drug trip? She wasn’t sure, she hadn’t really ever had previous experience with drugs, or mysterious gases, or almost dying.

Still, none of this made any sense. There probably was some perfectly rational explanation that Nisha was completely unaware of. Maybe those conspiracy theories all about the government and testing were onto something, maybe-

Her internal monologue was cut short by a soft gasp. 

She opened her eyes and instead of immediately confronting the harsh and far too bright light from before, she was instead greeted with a pair of very wide light blue eyes.

Jumping back, she screamed. Probably far louder than was necessary in the situation and definitely was too loud for someone with a perfectly cultivated calm demeanor as herself. Her heart, just barely recovered from all the stress and anxiety of earlier (yesterday? Last week? Last month? Last year? Who knows how long she’d been out) was beginning to beat frantically again and she took in short, labored breaths.

The owner of the bright blue eyes was a young woman, about Nisha’s age. She had thick curly brown hair that was pulled away into a ponytail, although several strands seemed to have come loose and were flying off in twists around her face. She was also wearing medical scrubs, which was odd, and simple white shoes. Nisha could tell that she was very, very pretty.

Her bright blue eyes were under eyebrows downturned into a very confused expression and Nisha vaguely wondered if this blue eyed woman had been watching her since she'd passed out.

The woman was carefully watching Nisha’s face, likely trying to figure her out and watch for a possible type of identification, or maybe even watching for signs of a planned escape. Then she glanced down to Nisha’s hips and screamed.