"Go, now—he's coming," Vera hissed, her voice tight with urgency, purple eyes locked on the live screen showing Syn descending the bridge.
Her bandaged arm trembled as she waved Aster off, each movement taut with strain she didn't care. "Move that fat ass of yours. Fast!."
"Yaya, fine and stop yelling you cunning bitch," Aster groaned, snatching her tray of popcorn with a dramatic eye roll.
A few kernels bounced off her tank top as she turned, exasperation radiating from every step. "Now I gotta hide 'til that ship returns back to the base—ugh, your plans suck."
Her blonde ponytail whipped behind her as she darted into the opposite corridor, vanishing just before the security feed showed Syn turning the corner.
Left alone, Vera exhaled slowly and slumped deeper into the sterile sheets of the medical bed.
The crisp fabric rustled as she shifted, adjusting the fall of her purple hair until it draped artfully over her one eye and a few scattered over her forehead.
