Julia rises

[Author's note: this branch onward will be Julia's story, from her POV]

Julia feels a sharp pain in her chest. Her eyes shoot open. She is naked, laying on a steel table. She is so, so cold. Her body feels like it's been run over by a truck. Julia's head is pounding.

Above her, a man in hospital scrubs drops a scalpel and gasps "oh my God".

Where am I? Julia thinks. She looks around. She sees Antonia's body lying on a steel table next to her. Is this a morgue? she thinks in terror. Why am I so thirsty? Julia props herself on her chest to see a small incision between her breasts. Was he cutting me open? Julia also notices that her breasts seem larger than before, her waist narrowed, skin paler and tighter. But she isn't sure.

The man is now on the phone across the room. "Yes.... She's still alive... Bring her upstairs....yes, now!" He yells into to the phone. Why does he smell so good? Julia wonders, before passing out again.