*Ugh… it hurts again. My lungs feel like bursting..*
She gazed at her hand, on the bloody floor. Was her brain malfunctioning or did her skin seem to be… green? But suddenly it was back to normal… almost. But now it seemed too pink.
*Why am I feeling it again? Am I still..? Brother-*
She tried to move but it felt like her whole body was decomposing and being reborn at the same time.
"Hm, the recovery doesn't seem to be perfect."
She glanced at the direction of the voice. In the dark, she saw a pair of curious red eyes. Eyes that were too unnatural to belong to a human.
"A…n..sel?"
"His condition is better than yours."
She felt relieved. Finally, the pain was gone. Sitting up, she felt the cold sensation of blood beneath her. The place was the same, she knew that at least. The metal walls that always seemed too uncaring to be a warm home.
"Eleanor! You're alright!" The tween had hugged her tightly and whispered, holding back his tears, "Why did you do that!? Confronting *him*, you knew that would be dangerous!"
"I had to," She removed his head from her shoulder to see his face. "Exploitation isn't- Ansel, why are your eyes purple?"
The stranger interrupted before he could respond, "It's a.. bit of a side effect, you have it too."
Eleanor looked at her reflection in the pool of blood under her. It was blurry and opaque but bright violet-pink dots stared back at her.