I laid down on the silver cool gurney and fiddled with my fingers, which was a bad habit I never used; only when I was desperate.

One of the doctors straps my hands and feet with metal shackles. Suddenly my palms are full with sweat. I absoultely never had this kind of strange feeling. The tightness grew in my stomach and I bit the bottom part of my lip to concentrate on the tinge instead of my stomach.

"Nike, are you ready?" one of the doctors asks, hovering over me.

He had transparent gloves on his hand and held one of the green serums that Minho was injected with. The serum I injected him with. Taking a shaky breath, I force a thin smile and nod. He closes his eyes once as a signal and the prick of the needle makes my whole body shiver. It goes deeper and I wince at the pain I never felt before.

An impact goes through my chest as I feel the green liquid spread throughout my body. Spots of colour fazed my sight and voices were repeated twice.

"We wish you luck on the experiment." I hear clearly before pitch black ruled my eyes.