Her mouth barely moved.
Frankenstein saw it anyway.
His eyes narrowed, but the soldier by the door pressed one hand harder against his earpiece before he could speak. His face changed first. The nurse saw it and froze with one hand near Iyisha's IV line.
"Sir," the soldier said. "Control post is silent."
The words reached Iyisha late. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling as the lights stretched and blurred at the edges, then sharpened until they hurt. She tried to turn her head, but her neck only gave one weak pull against the pillow.
Frankenstein stepped away from the bed. "Again."
The soldier pressed the radio closer. "Control post, respond."
Static answered.
The alarm kept beating through the walls. The doctors stopped around Iyisha in broken pieces, one hand over a tray, one hand near her arm, one hand still holding the strap across her thigh. The nurse at the IV line looked at Frankenstein, waiting for him to stop the procedure.
He did not.
