Unexpected Complications

"There were some," she stops to clear her throat, "unexpected complications." She looks you up and down, and then back to her tablet.

Complications? You try to think about what she could be referring to but your head is still so foggy. What did you get involved in? Why are you strapped into a bed? You wince your eyes open against the bright light, seeking out what happened, what's different? You attempt again to re-position yourself but you can't move with these straps holding you down.

"Now, Mr. Doe, before you become agitated I want you to know that we are already well into testing and have a few theories as to what is unique in your particular situation." That cold and callous voice of hers does nothing to soothe your fears. You're just another scientific experiment to her. What is it that they've done to you? "The human genome is quite extensive and there are many variables we are dealing with here. It may take some time to narrow down our options for your status."