"Stop," she muttered, begging in the dream as well. It wasn't just a dream any more, every detail was hyper realistic. But these were things that were burned in her brain.
"Turn it up again," the doctor's glasses flashed in the light, and between that and her body jerking about uncontrollably Lorna couldn't see his eyes, but those glasses were all that stuck in her memory. And a habit to push them up the bridge of his nose.
The pain was blinding. It was everywhere. It was everything. Everything they did was intent on causing more of it. Through the dream haze, Lorna heard her name being called, not by either of the two doctors attending the dream-memory but by a girl.
You have to wake up now.
In the dream she was in the corner of the box, ball bearings rolling towards her and Eva, pretending to be one of the doctors, smiling. There was too much metal around for this to be the box, and everything became clear. She snapped awake, only to let out a shocked sound.
There were people in her room! Besides Kitty, a man in a duster and people on the floor. There were no lights on to flicker, but the EMP was so strong it could raise anyone's hairs.