The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

TWENTY

WARNING:
Before you dive into this chapter, please be advised that it contains blood, gore, and some detailed physical descriptions. If this isn't your preference, don't worry—I'll provide a clear warning right before these scenes appear. As always, thank you for your incredible support. Love you all, and happy reading!

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༻ THRID PERSON POV ༺

An hour had passed since the procedure began, and Y/n remained motionless in the chair, her eyes fixed ahead, her body as still as if she were in deep sleep. The lab was silent except for the rhythmic tapping of Dr. Cauley's fingers on his keyboard, and the occasional rustle of papers as Myrtle scribbled down notes on her clipboard. The air in the room was tense, filled with anticipation as they worked to finish their task.

Dr. Cauley leaned forward, his eyes scanning the data on the screen. "Alright, I have everything ready, Doctor Myrtle," he said, still focused on the computer, typing with efficiency.

Myrtle nodded without looking up, setting her clipboard down and rolling over to the table where the tools were laid out. She grabbed a pair of surgical scissors, a scalpel, bags, tweezers, and placed them all onto a silver tray. Then, with deliberate care, she picked up a chair and rolled it over to Y/n. She was ready to begin the more delicate phase of the procedure.

Once she had the tools set up, Myrtle slipped on a fresh pair of gloves and glanced at Dr. Cauley. He handed her the red flash drive, the one that would initiate the new program, effectively wiping out Y/n's current user data.

"It will take about five minutes for the full download to complete," Dr. Cauley said, his voice calm but commanding. "Once you insert it, press her neck, and it will start."

Myrtle simply nodded, taking the flash drive and rolling back toward Y/n. As she positioned herself behind the motionless figure, she moved Y/n's hair aside to reveal the small port at the back of her neck. Holding the flash drive carefully, she lined it up with the port.

"Here we go," Myrtle muttered under her breath, inserting the flash drive with a soft click. There was a faint hum, and she pressed down gently on Y/n's neck to ensure the connection was solid. A soft beep followed, signaling the beginning of the data transfer.

"It's in," Myrtle said, her voice steady, rolling herself back to face Dr. Cauley. They both looked toward his computer, waiting for the download to appear.

The screen flickered for a moment before the progress bar began to fill. "All good. Go from there," Dr. Cauley affirmed, continuing his work without missing a beat. Myrtle nodded and readied herself for the next step.

She reached for the small surgical knife, placing it carefully on the tray before she adjusted her mask and gloves. As she focused back on Y/n's arm, she took a deep breath, preparing to slice through the synthetic skin. Her knife sliced through the smooth surface with ease, and she carefully peeled it back to expose the glowing wires beneath. The light from the wires illuminated the lab in eerie flashes of blue and white.

Myrtle's eyes narrowed as she examined the wiring, taking note of the irregularities. "Her wire particles are about three meters off. Write that down—we'll change that back to two," she said, her voice calm but firm as she turned to look at Cauley. He glanced at her, nodding as he quickly jotted down the note.

"Two. On it," he responded without hesitation, his eyes never leaving his computer screen.

Myrtle turned back to Y/n's exposed arm, intent on continuing her work. But just as she reached for the tweezers to widen the incision and get a closer look, she saw something—something so small, so faint, that it almost went unnoticed. Y/n's finger twitched. It was barely noticeable, but it was enough to make Myrtle freeze. Her eyes locked onto the movement, but Y/n's finger remained still once more.