There were doctors there in crisp lab coats that wanted her to talk, to pick her brain for information about things she refused to tell. A part of her knew that if she let them see inside her mind, at the jangle of thoughts that resided in the dark recesses of her brain, they would never let her out. So, like a person who had been frozen in suspended animation, she became a pill-taking automaton, who smiled even when she didn’t want to. She agreed to do what they urged, silently believing that they were all a bunch of fools. And they poked and prodded, scanned her brain with machines, as if they were searching for something. When they finally did see what they had been looking for, they told her that they had found something inside her head, they called it a tumor, Kaila called it Trillian. They had explained how this tumor was the cause for her blackouts and seizures. Both Kaila and Trillian knew what they did to tumors, cut them out, and for a little while Trillian was scared that they would slice her away.
