"W-"
Protests and questions formed on her lips as the medroid wheeled her out of the room and into the hall, treads squeaking
"...I think I have some oil in my calf compartment if you'd like me to fix that..."
it stayed silent. She was wheeled into a small exam room. Her restraints suddenly clicked open with a hiss and she jumped out of them, rubbing her wrists and breathing a huge sigh of relief. She saw her gloves and boots folded and placed on the exam table, and she grabbed them, quickly putting them back on and enjoying the comfort they gave. A screen blared to life suddenly, surprising her. It showed the medical diagram of her from earlier. Behind her, the door whooshed open. An old man in a grey newsboy cap and white lab coat stood before her, carrying her two blood samples.
