Dr. Brody was lying in a pool of his own blood.

What have you done, sister? Treeka telepathically asked her sister.

Treeka watched as a sticky substance oozed out of the hole of Brody’s chest. Brody shook.

“Find something to stop the bleeding,” Brody said.

Treeka looked for anything she could use to stop the draining. She opened various cabinets and tossed their contents to the floor. She was about to give up and look elsewhere when she spotted a small white box; it was nearly weightless, so she examined it further. The word “gauze” written on it. Treeka tore into the box and removed all the small white sponges. When she examined the wound, her cybernetic interface appeared over her vision. The knife was still lodged in Brody’s chest. Her interface changed her vision to a makeshift X-ray machine. She could see the knife as it penetrated the area just below his ribcage. It didn’t appear like it had punctured any vital organs, but it was close to his heart.

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“It doesn’t look like the blade hit anything important, but I’ll try to stop the bleeding,” Treeka said.

“Be careful with the knife—”

Brody’s screams echoed through the lab as Treeka removed the knife. She ripped a hole in his shirt, exposing the grievous-looking wound. She was about to jam the gauze over it and apply the tape when a system message appeared on her visor:

Warning: Remember to disinfect the wound before applying to bandage to prevent infection.

Treeka looked around for something to help clean the wound. She found a bottle with clear liquid labeled “isopropyl alcohol” and poured it over the wound. More screams emitted from the man as she finished dressing the wound.

“I need to go after Meeka,” Treeka said.

“Stop her before she hurts people,” Brody whimpered.

Treeka put on her soiled black leather outfit, then entered the chilly fall night.