“A-aaaaleeeeeex? I need you in here!” She yelled, not moving or allowing a single eye to move off of Nisha’s defensive position.

Nisha felt white-cold fear sweep through her body, immediately paranoid. Did this woman notice something she wasn't supposed to? Nisha let her eyes move down her body, resting by her hips in confusion. Everything seemed normal, Nisha had never been the most curvy person in the world and most of her bodily features were covered by her simple blue hoodie, but she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Then she saw a wisp of green smoke curve out from the side of her body.

Nisha turned her eyes slightly to the left, landing them on her hands. The green mist was surrounding them, and upon further inspection it even seemed to be originating from her hands, as incredibly impossible as that seemed. The mist flowed out about five centimeters away from her fingers, and the closer she lead her meandering eyes down to her palm, she realized that the closer to the center of her palm the darker the mist actually became. At its farthest point it was was very light green, and quite transparent but even at the tips of her fingers it had already become significantly darker and much more opaque. At her palms it was so dark that it was nearly black, and at first Nisha thought she saw little white specs floating through the general mass, but upon second glance she realized that she was looking at the bones of her hand.

Now it was Nisha's turn to scream yet again, backing herself up against the wall as she yelled. She waved her hand in the air around her in an attempt to maybe make the most subside? But no dice, it stayed simply around her hands. Vaguely, in the background, she heard footsteps approaching the small room she was in and she looked up from her hands to see a man quickly trying to estimate the scene, confusion written all over his face.

He was a bit shorter than Nisha and much more stockily built. In stark contrast to the medical scrubs of the other woman, this man seemed to be dressed in business casual attire. He had on a blue button down shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, as well as sharp looking grey trousers, and nice shoes. He looked Nisha up and down, obviously sizing her up. His face was pulled into a frown and his left hand rested on his goatee.

“What the hell is this?”

The other woman turned her eyes from Nisha for the first time in ten minutes, looking at the man instead.

“I was monitoring her vital signs for a while, not quite keeping her alive, but mostly making sure she was going alright. James told me he felt a spike in brain activity so I went to investigate and found her heart beating much more rapidly. I considered-”

“I don’t really care about that.” The man, Alex (?). Cut her off. “I’m more concerned about those.” He finished gesturing to Nisha’s hands.

Having been given a moment to calm herself down, Nisha examined her hands once more. Experimentally she moved them, watching the bony bits as she flexed her fingers into fists. The green mist had subsided, just a bit, and watching her clasped bones Nisha considered something. Taking in a shaky breath she focused on calming herself down, but more importantly imagining the mist slowly disappear from her hand and collecting back into her body.

Sure enough, when she looked back down at her hands the mist was gone.