A soft groan echoed in a small, dimly lit room. Pain ebbed from her cranium, from her limbs, from her eyes. It was almost everywhere. Slowly, the blonde rose from a rather hard, firm table before she swung her legs over the edge. A deep, slow breath travelled into her lungs as she began to remove the vital monitors, casting them aside as she tried to steady herself. Clearly, she was feeling some anesthetic, which became abundantly clear as she tried to take a step once lowering herself onto the floor. Almost immediately, she collapsed down onto her knees. It didn't feel like much at all, it barely felt like she'd fallen. Once a set of blue eyes now flashed a blue and green, luminescent and scanning the room. They flickered and darted, assessing the room she recalled falling asleep in. Slowly, she gazed down toward her body. For the most part, she looked the same, aside from the slight lights ebbing from behind the flesh of her palms and forearms. "Son of a.." The blonde eased down onto her rear as the pain kept growing, it was like a tidal wave. All she had to do was focus on her son, on Ben. It took some moments but she recovered from the pain she felt; it was easier to ignore when she knew what was risk. Ben and Talia had been moved to different rooms for their operations, and were explained to that they would remain there until they'd recovered. Slowly, the blonde rose to her feet. Her curved, slender figure was only concealed by a thin, almost translucent gown that barely reached her knees. Slowly, the woman began to approach the heavily reinforced door into the surgical room. "Hey! I'm awake!" Her voice tore through the room, despite her weak state. All she wanted was to see how long it'd been, and where Ben was; was he awake yet? The door roared to life with a grumble of steel as it started to draw open. The female slipped through a gap as soon as she could. The corridor and area of the place.. Well, it was clear it wasn't legal. There was low lighting, most of the electricity and power going in to the tools they needed. There were no markings, no guidance as to where to go. Talia was already breezing through several private rooms, trying to find Ben or at least someone she could ask. By the time she passed by one of the last rooms, panic was setting in. Their marriage had been... rocky at best over the last few years. However... the last night they'd been together as completely human... well, it was vibrant in her mind. The way they finally released all of those feelings, the thriving of their bodies in the shower, the thrill of finally... being honest in some way with each other. It seemed to give her hope for them. Talia was about to cause a ruckus when she noticed a room with a closed door. The blonde hit an access button beside it, causing the door to rumble open. There was no hesitation, her weak body swiftly stumbled in. Her heart leapt with relief as she noticed her husband, laying on the bed with his vitals ... in her vision. It was the first time she'd experienced her implant, and it was almost frightening. He was doing well, heart rate, blood pressure; even his state of healing, it was all... impressive considering the change. The blonde gazed over her husband as she drew closer. The way his face had changed... his body... She'd almost tried to stop him for taking so much on at once. It was hard to see him in the same light; but they knew why they were doing this, and she knew she didn't look the same. For Shaun, this was worth it. When she looked down at the metal dominating his body, she knew it was all from the love he had for their son. It was the first time she noticed herself in a mirror as she gazed up from Ben. A piercing, light emerald eye remained in place of her usual blue. One of each. Even as she stared, her implant informed her of her own heart rate raising. Eventually, during her curiosity, a woman entered the room. She was middle aged, dark brown hair tied up in a bun with traces of grey easing from the roots. "He's doing good, Miss Whittmore." The woman offered a smile as she nodded to his vitals, "I'm glad to see you're up." Her words didn't register at first, but when they did, the blonde gazed toward her. "Mrs Whittmore." Her words were nowhere near as tender as they usually were. "When is he due to wake up?" The woman offered a slight shrug, "It could be a day, or it could be an hour. He had a lot of work done." The doctor took to his side to begin checking his status when Talia intercepted her in what seemed like a blink of an eye. "It's fine, I have it from here." There was a moment where the women stared at one another, before the doctor gave a nod and took her leave. "Ben." Talia leaned down toward him, easing her rear onto the rather small bed that just about fit her body beside his. Soon enough, she swung her legs up and curled an arm around his chest as she waited for him to begin waking up. It was a quiet time she had with him, embracing the hardness of the metal that took over, and to slowly adjust to how different he appeared. "Come on, terminator, wake up for me." The female whispered softly against the metal spanning over his shoulder and chest. He looked... ready. It dawned on her, that in that moment, their lives would never be the same. Sure, she knew it before, but now... it was staring her in the face. Even if they found their child, he would not see the parents he remembered. The extent of her changes were relative to her chest, her back and her face. Her green eye hinted the implants. Down along her chest were glimpses of the implants and fastenings beneath the skin, brief lighting that showed the life of such technology. Along her back, it was a similar effect, lighting trailing outward from her spine; along with a hardness to her flesh. It was clear there were things beneath the surface. There had been more that she had planned, but it would need to wait for more funding. Her first priority was to suit her husband up; he was the most experienced out of the pair, and from most of his colleagues. That much she knew. If anything, he would be their driving force. As long as she could handle the wounds, they'd be an unstoppable force. Talia couldn't wait to take revenge; to show them just what they'd done by taking their son. "Ben," the female murmured softly once more, her voice taking a far more tender note. "Wake up, love. We need to get back to the safe house to recover." All she wanted was to get away from the facility and get back to a place they knew they'd be safer; if they were caught with the modifications, well, it'd be hell to pay. Being in a facility that provided under hand deals, well, she didn't like the feeling she had of anxiousness that they may be discovered. It all depended on Ben, if he'd be able to move. They would need to cover up, hide their modifications. Thankfully, they'd packed enough to deal with that. It seemed her bags had been moved in with his, so she could begin to change. That's exactly what she chose to do. Her feet were flimsy, still a little weak as she unzipped her bag and bent down slightly to find some comfortable clothing. Gradually, she removed the gown and tossed it aside. Her curved, slender figure hobbled as she eased a pair of sweatpants on, shimmying them up to her hips before grabbing a sweatshirt and dragging it over her aching torso. They had mentioned that her skin may peel, that the implants may not allow her skin to grow above them. It was all a wait and see approach. Her plan had to be as less detectable as possible, but that didn't seem to be working. With grey sweats that looked more like her husbands than her own, and a sweatshirt that concealed all elements of her round, ample mounds and hourglass figure; she was reasonably well hidden. Stray blonde curls were pulled into a messy ponytail before she slipped into a pair of flats. She was all ready to go to a place they'd call home for just a little bit longer.