I HEAR SOFT VOICES IN THE BACKGROUND.

Their tones are lowered, so it's hard to catch the words. There's three figures, but that's all I can make out through my blurry vision. All around me, lights are blinking, and whirring sounds make their way through the fog covering my mind.

A figure in dark clothing is hidden in the shadows, and as I turn my head towards her, she shrinks, as if she could disappear like that. The machines around me start beeping louder, and the three figures talking turn to me. 

A man in a pristine white coat towered over me, and just before darkness conquered me, I could hear him calling to me.

"Bianca?"