Buzz!
A black spatial gate tore open in the hospital room, and the doors swung open. Jake and I stepped out, only to be bombarded by camera flashes that forced us to look away.
'Foolish humans.'
As the survivor of a very nasty incident that took the life of a veteran Limitless like Deacon, they weren't even considerate of my condition. Everyone just wanted to write the next big story, while the hospital was more interested in the clout they would gain from it.
No one cared about the life of an 18-year—no, 19-year-old boy—who had faced a traumatic experience. Yes, I said 19 because my birthday was on the 1st of October and the war started September 17th. Battling for my life made me miss my first birthday in this body.
"Enough," I said, using my hand to shield my face from the blinding light.
However, it seemed my words fell on deaf ears.
"Big brother, I will—" Jake tried to shield me with his body, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
