Re: [The Surgical Suite - Room 1A]
[There's something in the air quite a bit like ozone, and the further crackle of lights just out of the corner of your eyes ... and faintly oh so faintly, a familiar scent of flowers before something within you... not quite tangible stretches taunt.
It's like an itch where you can't reach it, or a high, continuous note that you can't block out. It drags at your attention for a long moment before it seems to snap.
In that single instant, everything seems to change. Protest from every muscle and joint you have takes complete dominance for a single, but very, very long moment. You hear, almost remotely, the sounds of a change, the crackle and grind... but it seems almost secondary to the other changes...
The pain fades, almost as if it never was... leaving new discoveries... your vision has flattened in some respects and in others has burst with color, the world is dull and distant by your nose...
... which... you no longer see pressed to the table.