Whistling. He heard high pitched whistling. And not the good kind, not the," Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go," No, this whistling was the "Hi ho, hi ho, I am crazy and will whistle as I prepare my killing instruments and murder you," kind of whistling. Not fun.
His eyelids were so heavy. Oh, he wished he could go back to sleep, because that panicky feeling had come and gone, for a second, like a flash.
But he couldn't, no, there was a bright light shining on his face. Squinching his eyes shut tighter, Charden turned, or well, tried to turn. He couldn't. Too… heavy-feeling. He tried moving his head. Oh, that worked. Just not the entire body. Okay. Slowly, slowly. There. Not so bad now.
Unable to fall back asleep, due to either the incessant whistling, or the bright light still bothering him, Charden surveyed his options. There were two. Keep eyes closed, or open them.
He chose the second option, slowly blinking away the bleariness that accompanied waking up in the morning. His sight was okay, the sunglasses were prescription, but all-in-all, he could live without them.
Now, to survey the landscape. Charden was lying down. He had realized that a while ago, but still, to assess everything, he must take stock of everything. There was a bright light above him.
Operation room? Needles. Doctor. Charden suddenly recalled the events of last… he couldn't be sure if it was last night. The last time he was conscious, then.
Well, quite frankly, the situation he was in, sucked.
He was lying on, he assumed, a bed. Better than an operation table, he supposed. Searching around more, he could see that he was in something that resembled a hospital room, the ones they stick you in when you need to stay after an operation or something.
He couldn't move, and Doctor was whistling like some maniac gone off the deep end.
Strike that, Doctor was a whistling, gone off the deep end maniac. He tried to find the physician. Charden knew how private the man was with his experiments, he wouldn't even let Creed in until he was completely satisfied with the results. Damn, damn, damn.
There he was, bent over some laptop, typing in God-knows-what. Still whistling. Charden probably should've reacted more with panic and hypertension and all that good stuff, but sedatives were probably involved with altering his mental state. So.
Doctor finished typing. The man straightened himself and turned around.
"Oh, so you're awake. That means the tranquilizer has worn off, at least enough for you to be conscious. This one wears off rather slowly; you'll be able to move in a little while. I regret having to use such a device on you, it may contaminate the tests," he sighed, disappointed.
"I'll just have to deal with that, though. People that can use Tao are rather rare, and ones Creed will let me use are even more uncommon. The others would have killed you, Charden, did you know that?" He spoke lazily, fiddling with instruments on a nearby table.
Sharp ones.
Charden did not like that.
"You should count yourself lucky. Just think, you could be dead right now. But instead, you get to spend time with me," he chuckled, "then again; some people would consider this situation to be worse. It depends on how you look at it, I suppose."
Still chuckling, he lightly ran his fingers across the blonde's jaw, almost absently.
Charden moved his head, weakly, trying to get away from the other man's touch.
He clucked softly, sliding his cool hand up under Charden's chin, holding him fast. "Now that won't do," he said, voice almost a purr.
Blue eyes widened as Doctor leaned down, closing the distance between the men's faces. Cool lips fixed themselves on Charden's, just for a second, then Doctor rose again. Charden was very confused. Very, very much so. What just happened?
Doctor smiled, "As I thought." He moved back to the laptop, typed in a few things, then picked it up.
"Like I said before, you should be able to speak and move in a little while. I want you healthy, so I won't strap you down or anything so medieval, as long as you cooperate. I trust you're intelligent enough to not throw any fits while I'm gone, or when I return. Creed thinks you are dead, and if you cause me any trouble, you will be."
With that, he exited the room and locked the door behind him.
Charden was left alone, trying to sort through what exactly had transpired beforehand, and how he was going to get himself out of this situation.
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AN: Umn, so… Doctor's creepy. XD The fic sort of changed as I wrote it, so it's not as dark as I originally thought it would be. I'm rather happy with how this turned out, though.
