The white lights of the hospital cast pale shadows on the floor and around the room.
The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and alcohol.
Sylvan Cheney's heartbeat had returned to normal.
Time ticked by, "tick-tock," "tick-tock."
"Sir, the patient's condition is under control, you can go in and see her now." A nurse in a white coat approached him from behind, though he couldn't tell how much time had passed.
Sylvan turned his head: "Got it."
"Mm!"
"How is she now?"
"The patient was given a sedative and is now sleeping. The sedative is quite effective; she probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning."
"That aphrodisiac, does it harm her body?"
The nurse shook her head: "It's not harmful to the body, but for a while, the patient might show signs of frigidity. This is a normal reaction after being given the antidote."
"Oh." Sylvan nodded, indicating his understanding.
