[sylvanSpider]

When Dr. Marie Gallagher turned, she'd expected to see Suzanne, Edward, Simani. Any number of people who would potentially be willing to interrupt what was undoubtedly going to be a breakthrough. Instead, she was met with Suzanne's head rolling toward her. She immediately jumped back and lifted her eyes to the speaker, clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Gore was generally not something that the doctor could be bothered with. She'd spent hours upon hours hunched over the living and dead, all in the name of science. But this? This is a nightmare come to life...

She was never given a chance to rise, instead, she backpedaled until the back of her chair hit the edge of her desk, making the doctor whimper a bit. Now, this creature was asking for help, but the mechanical whir of her fingers told her that she didn't need a doctor. She needed a mechanic. She was doomed to be one of those faces sewn to this woman's cloak.

The head had rolled close enough to her that when the metallic being's foot came down, blood and brains drenched her shins, a couple of drops even going so far as to hit her face. A trembling hand reached up and wiped off the blood. In the countless surgeries she'd performed, she'd had control. She was the one who held another's life in her hands. Now the tables were horribly flipped and she swallowed. “I'm...I'm a doctor...a-a-a-a surgeon. I'd...I'd be hap-happy to he-help, do wh-wh-what I can,” she stammered, “But all I...all I know is is...is medicine...surg—surgery...My work is important...please don't kill me...Please...” Please.