Kurt's eyes cracked open slowly, and the first thing that hit him was the smell. Antiseptic mixed with something floral, herbs maybe, and underneath it all, a scent that was distinctly Lizzie: Strawberry, fireworks, and electric...
Electric? Could you even smell electricity? Kurt's enhanced senses were getting weird. He groaned, shifting his weight on what felt like a medical cot, and tried to get his bearings.
The ceiling above him was white and sterile, lined with glass cabinets full of vials and medical supplies, and somewhere to his left he could hear humming.
Not just any humming. Lizzie's humming. The kind of tune that sounded cheerful and slightly unhinged at the same time.
Kurt turned his head and spotted her sitting in one of those wheeled office chairs, legs kicked up over a workbench covered in alchemical equipment. She was working on something that cycled through colors—red, then green, then purple—before finally settling on a calm, steady blue.
