His Doctor Luna
Poring over pharmaceutical books alongside an ancient looking Book of Spells, she is scribbling notes and checking the bottles around her.
A drop of this clear liquid, a pinch of that powdered root, combining elements both natural and chemical.
A sheen of sweat forms on Lila’s brow, despite the cool temperature in the lab space. She has one chance to get this right, and lives are dependent on her success.
A phone buzzes on the counter.
Lila looks at it, but does not respond. She returns to her work, muttering to herself.
Her eyes are red, dry, and she seems to be fighting to keep them open as she works. Nothing good comes from the crazed mind of the extremely tired.