The artificial eye showed signs of flickering and disconnection, with the colorful arcs and red filter becoming the last memories.
John truly felt he was dead.
Something seemed to be poking in the darkness, his eyelids were lifted, but he couldn't see anything.
John wasn't sure if he was being lifted.
His sense of touch was intermittent, his consciousness on the brink of dispersion, feeling only scorching heat and icy cold, with no sensation where the subcutaneous armor covered.
"Propofol data anomaly."
"He's been relying on various drugs to hold out until now. Look, even his extremities are swollen."
The doctors gathered around John.
They occasionally spoke diagnostic results while on the operating table.
Due to Black Spider's drug abuse on John, many agents, including anesthesia, had their effects halved, forcing the life-support device to operate at full power.
