"Eden, help me. I am cold."

Eden slowly jumped down onto the metal floor.

He hesitates to lean in to see the shivering figure. Shivering.

His throat is hoarse. Gulping makes it worse.

"You're alive.? "

Seeing the chest moving, eyes batting weakly, he goes around the monitor, looking for anything to melt the ice.

He finds a button, pushes it.

The temperature of the space becomes warmer in seconds.

The ice trunk didn't melt right away but the ones that stuck on the skin melted away.

The pale figure slowly sit, still shivering. Eden can't make up his mind to help. He is confused himself.

But later, he finds himself wrapping the silhouette in the coat he is wearing.

"Where am I?"

She sounds so real to not be real.

"Athira, you're supposed to be dead."

He knows, not the best way to greet someone.

But she replies. "Who's 'Athira?' "

He watches her.

She doesn't remember.

Is it possible? He grunts silently as his mind tells him that subject 1315's impossible awakening is possible now-proved by the curling figure watching him.

She stares blankly.

The occupied silence gives Eden time to think. But his brain seems to not be able to process any ideas after the adventure.

The sounds of incoming footsteps break his thoughts.

Maybe he shall let the professors and his Dad manage subject 1315.

Maybe he shall lock her back into her comfy cold trunk for another 100 years?

Eden curses his brain misfunctioning.

He spares her a glance. She is hugging herself. And the coldness of the room is kicking him deep into his skeleton too.

"Look at him!" Michael's excited exclamation bounce through the frosted glass walls.

Professor Hawk and his secretary scanned the space. The trunk has closed completely and above it, sitting legs dangling , is his son.

He greeted his son. "Your nickname your mother gave to you ?"

The blood and warmth rushes on Eden's cheeks. "Myden"

The name is short for my Eden , pronounced as maiden.

"Did you finish your report?"

Eden nodded. "Yes, I did."

His father pats him on the shoulder proudly before tousling his already bedraggled hair.

He didn't shrug his father's hand off but huffs.

He listens to his father, his father's secretary and Michael speak about the experiment, his mind is getting tired to stay conscious.

Michael sees that and the attention is back on him.

"He deserve a day sleeping." Eden hears the faint voice of his father's secretary.

His father insists. "He can have the whole week refreshing his mind."

Michael offers to help him go home and rest while his father and his secretary walked out of the hidden lab.

"No, I'm good." Eden replies. Wishing for Michael to be gone too.

"It's cold here, let's go out."

"My feet is still numb." Eden states. "I'll catch up with you later."

He can feel Michael's suspicions growing but he didn't push it from Eden.

He handed Eden a watch like device- its silver coloured,made of metallic-a transportal watch belongs to Eden. "Just head to your bedroom already."

"Thanks." Eden simply said, smiling at Michael's concern.

"It's nothing." Michael said before he exited the space.

Eden wrapped the transportal watch around his left wrist and jumped on his fully functioning feet. He breath in the cold air and checked the exit. It is secured, shut fully from any entering and exiting.

Eden paces around the trunks, looking down at a girl's figure sitting, hugging her knees.

He flickers his gaze around the space, towards the exit again for one last cautious time.

He kneels in front of subject 1315 and wraps his coat around her shivering self.

He recalled instantly lifting her to sit on the cold metal flooring because her movement seems glitching.

He glances to the ceiling above them.

CCTV

He didn't see any but he knows there are some planted somewhere.

If it will be, it will be.

"Hey, " Eden gulped. He didn't know how to address her, so he dismisses the plan and asks instead. " can you stand.?"

For seconds, subject 1315 stares intensely at him. Eden takes it as a no.

He says nothing as he slides his hands beneath her knees and shoulder blade.

His transportal watch glows dimly, he demands in whisper. "My room."

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