Snippet #1948712

On shaky knees Omega stands up and begins to walk back to her room. She puts her hand to the back of her head to stop the blood and slowly gets to her room. The dark grey walls loomed before her and she plopped down into the chair, trying to count up all the events today. Was the tiger just a dream? How did that work? Does she transform? Omega wondered all of these questions in her head. But inside she was hoping for a nice escape, just to bleed out. No such luck. By evening the blood clots, leaving me sore, sticky, but alive. Then she start thinking that if she has another form she can escape.
"Miss Omega?" the man-lady nurse walks in and gasps at what Omega looks like. "You need to wash off, the scientist want to examine and talk to you." (s)he tries to pull Omega off her chair but she doesn't budge. "Just let me go straight there." she says. The man-lady nurse sighs and leads Omega down a bunch of hallways and then shoos her into a room.
"Good gracious, what happened to you?" the scientist in the room seem shocked by her complexion. "I bled, it's not that hard to figure out." Omega snaps as she lays down on the hospital bed. "You are a piece of work, you know that?" the one examining her head says