Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/56/en

He pushed at the walls and scooted backwards along his spine. Kicking open the small door, he scrambled out, falling to the floor, one hand wrapped across his aching chest, the other helping push him to his feet. In front of the large monitor displaying his brain scan, the two nurses stood, motionless and quiet. Were they studying his brain or sleeping? He had no time to worry about that.