She couldn’t seem to get comfortable.“One more.” Doc Emerson leaned over and pressed a sticky electrode pad to Avery’s bare shoulder.One more. Right. There were already a bunch of other ones sticking to her temples, neck, arms and chest. She wore a tight tank top to give the doc better access. She shifted again, hating that she couldn’t settle down.The doc pressed a hand to Avery’s shoulder and squeezed. “Relax. Are you sure you want to do this? You know I’m against the idea.”Avery gave a jerky nod. Roth had promised to be here. She’d left a message on his comp, telling him the doc had set up a time for the memory stim procedure. The doc started tapping on a scanner screen nearby, and Avery let her head drop back against the chair. It was one they used for the regular blood donations all the base residents had to give. Well, except her, and the other alien-lab survivors. The doc was being cautious, not letting them donate until she could fully rule out anything the aliens had put in their blood.
