His comfort

"Can I have the results?" A mascular voice ask in a cold tone waving with absolute authority in it, the receiver might not say no because of the cold air that will go in his spin.

"We are still trying to study something in there blood, please bear with us, Mr Weitheimers."

It sounds like a serious conversation and the receiver seems to be submitting to the caller and they must be talking about someone's health.

"Get it delivered to me soon."

She blinks twice and sees white and light rays pass through it, relieving the rainbow colours, she blinks again and her eyes meet with the color white ceiling, she moves her body to be sure that she is alive and seat bolt upright holding her left arm feeling pain in her arm, the room looks like a useless room packed with some chairs and desks. The painting of the room is in brown color that suits the colour of he chairs and tables, her eyes trace everything till it stops at the back view of a man in a familiar cloth.

Is he the one on phone or it