Chapter Six: Vindictive actions.
Healer stood there still with her back to the wall, her spine straighter then a piece of wood, refusing the want to slouch in her position she had been forced into. Her hands were bound behind her back with itchy tight rope that cut deeper into her wrists, the tethered teeth nipping sharply and pinching with each small movement she made. Her mind was still clouded with overbearing fog, she felt herself squinting whenever she tried to think to herself or even talk to someone-and that someone always put her in a bad mood just by looking at his unprepossessing face.
It was always snuffed out however, by the face of Eister whom had been the one to pass her over to Victor once again-who she had been told was going to help her re-collect her memories in his lab. She barely recognized the halls she walked down and she barely recognized the rooms she weaved past beside Victor. It was as if part of her mind had been taken from her and she was left with remnants of pieces to piece back together.
He was measuring her for something; She watched as he held the tape close to her feet, the help of Milo holding the tip by her head with the metal clasp placed gingerly at her temple and threatening to nick at the flesh. Milo wouldn't hurt her, if anything he was more afraid to be standing close to such a lost looking woman who kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He stood partly back from her body, his feet pressed together as Victor was on the floor with his hands touching her knee and leg, occasionally whacking her foot with a pencil and making her yelp slightly.
He would tusk at her before getting to his feet and sniggering, the lab being a morbid haze of swirling red paradise contorting behind him whenever she looked to him. The blood had dried on the once white walls while on the floor it seemed to be more goopy and gunky, slippery like ice that you could break a limb on if you weren't careful enough. The scent was burning her nostrils, her eyes stinging as if someone had shoved onions in them and her throat was terribly dry from lack of liquids she had not received. Despite the horrible carnival of blood she was featured in, Healer was more focused on trying to wrap her mind around where she was and who she was with. She didn't recognize Victor and neither did she when she looked to Milo with such vexed, but tainted unhinged disorientation. A barrier stood against her as Victor's hands toucher her chest, cold and bitterly rough with her.
''Do jou mind?'' Healer mumbled, frowning in dismal. ''Jou should learn to be more gentle. And jou should really clean up. Zhis is more filthy zhen my lab!'' Healer judged, looking around the room.
''It is no fun vhen jou are gentle.'' Victor chuckled, spreading the tape along her chest and pushing it back roughly. ''Isn't zhat right, Milo? And also, don't be so judgementative, or I vill make sure to put jou in jour place.''
Milo jumped, his voice hitching and humming in his mouth he had stitched closed mentally. ''Huh? Oh-Oh, I don't know I mean...Ja, Ja it is.''
''Don't be so hindered by za zhought, Maximillian. Jou know it can be rather pleasing.''
''Vell, I don't know. I only like testing zhings on mien pets I find.'' Milo bit his cheek, his eyes gently lifting to look at Healer's.
His heart leapt when he saw she was looking at him again, Victor's rough hands holding her jaw in place and the tape once crossing her chest had been moved to her jawline.
''Vat are jou measuring mien up for?'' Healer asked. ''Vhy do jou need to measure me vhen I only vant to go back to my base.''
''Zhat is for mien to know and jou too...Find out.'' Victor smiled, letting the long tape line whiz back into it's shell with a loud and sharp click.
''Milo, move her to the chair bitte.'' Victor ordered, his hands pointing to a pair of double white doors Healer could distinctively remember making a large whooshing sound. She had thought-in her drowsed drowned haze-that she was by a lake of sorts when they made that noise-but only she was to far for any hopeful glimmer of freedom to sound like that with such sweet tunes.
Milo nodded nervously, his back arching forward as he begun to walk Healer slowly and carefully to the doors. His boots, thankfully, were able to not slip in the blood clotted tiled floor that Healer paid no attention to while she walked with the rigid boy, whilst Victor toyed around in one of the cabinets with large needles and other various tools he was delicately placing onto a metal tray.
Milo shoved the doors open with his frail shoulder, his teeth gritted as his boots slipped and squelched in the moldy blood making his head swim with nausea that came over him, Healer spotting his discomfort had begun to feel for the boy desperately trying to follow an order.
''Let mien help.'' She said softly.
With her own free shoulder, she leant against the doors and pushed with all her might until it swing open and they both went flying past the steel doors and into another room, the label on the wall reading, 'theatre.'
The scent was more ghastly then the other room; Walls were lined with blood splattered over them like a rave gone wild, sprayed up the walls and goosing together in puddles in the corners. In the centre of the room under a large light, was a black chair that reminded her of a dentist chair she was used to seeing. It's arms were set out welcomingly for her while it's rest was placed down, the restrains tying around them succumbing it to it's own trapped state. Healer's heart thumped louder-she felt dizzy and her head was whirling down a long hall filled with smoke that gagged her and made her cough from it's toxic fumes.
She wobbled towards Milo who caught her-his own fear beginning to climb up his back like a gremlin wanting to cause mischief.
''Are jou OK Miss?'' He asked rather clearly without a single stutter.
''I am fine.'' Healer replied, hand on head and her eyes examining the rest of the room; The light was on a retractable arm, and on the wall opposite it was a medi-gun that was switched off but still humming gently. A few cabinets were placed in the corners, while in the shadows she couldn't see the heavy outlines of something lurking in it's cloaked mysteriousness.
''Vhy am I here?'' Healer asked, her legs carrying her to a wall where she leant against it's chest carefully and shut her eyes.
''Vell, I-I'm not sure I should say anymore. I don't vant Victor to be angry.'' Milo replied, his hands slipping together and entwining into a bundled laced mess.
''He vouldn't have to know.'' Healer hinted, her mind sparking at the name Milo had said.
Through such thickness in her mind, she could only remember his name and the answer that sat on the tip of her tongue, waiting for it's answer to be spoken when her mind had figured out who he was. Her head spun still as Milo gently pawed his way over to her, and cleared his throat to get her attention.
''Vee have to go zhis vay.'' He said, pointing to the chair under demanding lights.
Healer stared at him with a crazy expression. ''Jou are not serious?''
''Um,'' Milo stared, his hands un-lacing and gripping his arms, ''Ja.''
''Nein. I refuse to go somevhere vithout being told vhere I am!'' Healer argued, her voice screaming against the walls.
''But-But if jou don't zhen Victor vill be mad. And-And he isn't the best to annoy, I assure jou.'' Milo laughed, but it was dull and weak and Healer flung her eyes open and begun to etch her way towards the doors.
In the top left wall was a window that could be opened outwards, just far enough for someone like her to slip through and escape whatever hovel it was she was in; Though, her chances of climbing up without something to boost her up were slim to non, so she shoved that hope out of her mind quicker then it came.
Her eyes latched back to Milo who was still-as nervous as a rabbit-arched down in a slump and his face lumber some at his attempt to lead Healer to the chair. She almost felt sorrow for him. He wasn't like the other two men she had met, far from it. He seemed genuinely small and weak, a little pet wanting to hide away from others and be alone in there little hovel they kept near them like a shell for a snail. Only, he had fire in him that made Healer stand clear of his path just by a slight slim chance. He wouldn't ever hurt anyone, because Healer could see that on his face already, but he would sure help someone instead.
''Have jou been here long?'' Healer spoke, trying to snuff out the swelling fear clogging up inside of her.
''Hmm? Oh ja, vell-nein, but I have been here for a little.'' Milo replied, a small smile winding on his lips.
Healer felt her voice get caught in her throat at his sweet smile; How gentle and soft it was, so pure and un-tarred.
''Vat do jou do here?'' Healer continued.
''Vell, I have mien own quarters vhere I vork...And-And I am allowed to do vatever I vant to, as long as Victor doesn't find it to annoying or Raise doesn't have to be involved or Eister can at least have some peace to...''
''Are zhey all jour friends? Who's Raize too?'' Healer knelt down, her legs feeling oddly heavy.
''Ja!'' Milo cheered-but he dully allowed his awkwardness to dwell on him and he lowered his tone, ''I-I mean, ja. Vee get on vell. Vell, mostly vee do. Raize is our other friend who um...He, vell he likes to hunt a lot.''
Milo lowered his head, rubbing his arm as he looked to the mottled blood clotting up on the tiles and sinking into the small slits cut into the tiles. Healer watched as he sighed heavily, his face lost in thought and his expression twisting into an upset and criss-crossed fixedness.
''Are jou OK?'' Healer asked, not wanting to scare him.
''Ja. I am fine. Vhy vouldn't I be? Vhy do jou zhink zhat somesing is vrong? I am fine, see!?'' Milo spoke harshly-if it even was Milo at all.
Healer determined that the boy had been so heavily manipulated by someone or something, that the upset and mental scarring had consumed him into a tarred and tainted boy. The sorrow had hit her right in the gut as it always did, and she felt the urge to be sick from it. However much she could tell he was angered, she still felt slightly thrown off by how quickly his temper had changed.
''Tut mie lued.'' She said softly. ''I did not vant to upset jou.''
''Jou didn't! Stop it! Stop it Victor it hurts vhen jou say zhat!'' Milo grabbed his head, his face contorting into upset rage that burned and coursed through him. Healer shuddered as she watched Milo mumble to himself, his back arched like a poor dog that had been kicked and his face vexed with emotions burning into the grey walls. She really did feel for her and her heart was tugged because of it. But why did he call her Victor?
Healer was to confused herself to hear the double doors swing open and a pair of heavy boots stomp through gracefully. Victor stood in-between the open legs of the doors, his face drenched in wonder at the scene of Milo and Healer. Ignoring Healer, Victor walked over to Milo who had crouched down to his knee's like some animal in hiding and was mumbling to himself in his upset state.
''Vat did jou do?'' Victor asked through sharp teeth, not looking at Healer directly.
Healer didn't speak but instead she shook her head, not that Victor could see and her own throat was burdened by the feeling of a lump forming inside of it, making it harder to speak.
''Answer mien vill jou?!'' Victor pried louder.
''I-I don't know! He said jour name-I mean he called me Victor-I assume jou are.'' Healer flinched, her voice being forced out of her.
''Vhy did he do zhat? Jou said somesing to him didn't jou? Milo, did she do zhat?''
His hands leaned on Milo's back heavily while he blocked Victor and Healer out-and in some hopeful way Healer hoped that the sweet boy would tell him the truth and at least allow her to apologise to him for what she said. Instead, Milo sniffled to himself and wrapped his arms around Victor's arm, his fingers gripping at the muscular flesh and his soft glassy eyes staring up into Victor's heavy orbs.
''Vat did I say about touching?'' Victor whispered in his ear warningly.
''S-Sorry Victor. Jour not angry are jou?'' Milo asked worried.
Victor shoved his arm off him lightly, placing it back down into his lap and helping him to his feet.
''Of course not Milo!'' Victor smiled, looking back at Healer who was still shaking herself from her switched off monotone vacation in wonderland. ''Vhy vould I be mad? Zhough I did say Ii vanted her in za chair.''
''Vee vere talking...'' Milo spoke. ''But zhen she said she didn't vant to upset mien. L-Like jou said. Your not upset vith me are jou?''
Victor laughed, taking Milo into his strife and walking him to the side of the chair. ''Of course not. I only vant to help za little frau over zhere, remember? She ran into our facility after her team turned against her, causing her to run.''
Healer frowned, her mind trying to find such a source in her shattered memoir's for a mind, but yet the harder she thought the harder it became to find such a memory. She knew her team would never turn against her-if anything she feared she would turn against them!
Victor smiled as he Strood over to Healer, picking her up and walking her over to the chair where she fought against his strong figure, her hands clawing at his skin and her voice frail and loud as she called for help-for anything to stop him from forcing her onto the chair which bled out it's crimson river.
''Help me! He's crazy!'' Healer cried, her voice starting to hurt from the power she was shoving into it.
She clawed her nails along his skin in hopes it would at least hurt, but all it did was make him smile sinisterly and push harder, her back smacking against the leather and creasing in agony at her touch.
''Strap her hand down, Milo!'' Victor ordered, already buckling her right one into place.
Milo hesitantly stood there before jumping forward and trying to grab her hand that she was using to try and pry off Victor's with. Her feet thrashed like a bird taking flight, her hands clawed like raven's pecking at there prey while her back arched painfully to try and get her off the chair. Victor, amused but frustrated, clamped a foot down onto her leg and looked up to Milo who bit his lip.
''Pass mien za needle in my pocket Milo!'' Victor called, gesturing down to his pocket that was waving at Milo. He rushed around the side, stuck his hand into the pocket whilst trying to move with Victor's movements and hauled out a needle with a white liquid inside of the tube. Milo watched it gleam as Victor tore a button on Healer's fitted dress, right near her lower neck. He heaved himself onto her, forcing her flailing limbs to restrict her movements.
''Inject It zhere! Do it!'' Victor ordered.
Milo pounced forward; His fingers shook with the needle like a leaf holding onto a branch it didn't want to let go off and his fingers focusing on the spot Victor had revealed for him. He pushed the tip of the needle deeply into her skin causing her to yelp and attempt to fight against Victor's muscled weight that was crushing her against the chair, her hand and legs trapped under him as the needle pinched harder and the flowing sensation of the liquid made her body shiver with fear.
''Vat vas zhat? Zhat better not have been another stimulant! Or Melatonin!'' Healer argued, though it was pure pleasure to Victor's ears.
''Vell done Milo.'' Victor spoke, still holding down Healer. ''Jou managed to not go off running.''
''I did vat jou said to do.'' Milo replied doubtfully. ''Vas zhat not right?''
''Ja it vas.'' Victor panted, trying to catch his composure as he stared Healer in the eye with a stern, agitated expression. ''I vill give jou credit frau. Jou don't ever give up.''
''Tell me vat I did to my team! Jou said zhat zhey turned on me? Zhey vould never do zhat!'' Healer argued, her own body exhausted from thrashing around. ''Jou owe me zhat much.''
Victor bit the inside of his cheek. Not only was she clever with her combat, she was clever with her words as stated in her file he had managed to get access to; And thinking about it, he felt the odd urge to go and read it again as if the first time he wasn't really paying attention.
He pressed his lips into a stern smile. ''Fine. Jour team turned on jou because-as simple as it is-zhey believed jou veren't good enough to heal jour Medic or anyone else. Jou vere veak, stupid...Perhaps even just za slightest bit of loopy to remain stable enough to focus. Zhat is vhy.''
Healer felt her whole body be crushed with ache; It tore up her skin and crept under her bones, infecting them with ache and ache on her head and ache on her legs and even ache in her heart and soul. She thought she could trust them. They promised to her when she first joined that they would always be there for her and that she was a big help to saving Medic's life when he was in the field. Engineer even made her mechanical arm brace that held Medic with such a special form of liquid, that they had to like her. Medic...Oh Medic. Healer felt her head shake, it rocked even though it was still as the image of Medic came into view-scorched into her mind. He was always so kind to her and together they would work on the team; Medic would fix them up while she arranged the equipment, and then after that she would assess there mental state and well-being before allowing them to leave. Was that all pretend? Was that just something they did to lead her on because they found out about her special blood and wanted her just for it? No. That couldn't be! Could it?
''Your lying.'' Healer whispered, her head lowered. ''Zhey vould never do anything like that.''
''Zhey vould. And zhey did. Can jou not see I am here to help jou?'' Victor hushed, raising her chin up with his finger gently.
Healer gazed into his soft orbs-a rare sight she had seen so far and his odd change to his demeanour made her wonder why he was being so nice to her. He wasn't like that when she was being measured-or perhaps she had taken it the wrong way and been to defendant of herself to actually realize, that he was trying to help.
''Jou vant to help me?'' Healer asked. ''Vhy?''
''Because I can tell jou are a fiery...Special, type of frau. And I do have best intentions for jou. But vee have been talking long enough. I zhink zhat practicing medicine should be mien top priority, don't jou zhink?''
Victor stood up once Healer was calm enough and strapped down to the chair to be able to do anything and assessed the metal tray that he had set up.
''Hand mien zhat tape to.'' Victor gestured to a roll of black tape on the counter top, a bony hand drenched in blood placed menacingly beside it.
Milo did as told, picking it up and avoiding the hand and passing it to Victor whom had managed to sedate Healer. With her defenses down, Victor cut a piece of tape off and plastered it over her mouth, sticking it firmly onto her cheeks and smiling as he did so.
''Jou sound better vhen jou are silenced frau.'' Victor insulted, his finger tracing over her hidden lips.
Healer took note of his to changed attitude that had not flawed once before when he was convincing her about her team, but it seemed as though the more she watched the more she saw them unfold out of there smiling masks into an angered snarl that hinted at her.
Her eyes fluttered in response as Victor climbed off her, passing the tape back to Milo and walking around to the counter where he slipped his jacket off and tucked it into the back of his belt.
''Milo, good fruende, I vant jou to stay and help record some zhings for mien. Jou up for zhat?'' Victor smiled, pushing the fabric into his belt.
''Oh-Oh really? Vell, I vould be honoured, Victor...'' Milo replied, his voice still stained with a little breakdown ruminants he had.
He felt as if he was in the same emotional state as Healer-confused and dazed-but yet he still managed to ignore it as Victor left the room and after a little wait, came back in with a metal tray stocked up with needles, jars, fluids and a clipboard. On the second shelf, there were pens, wipes and a small, little eye that was facing up at Milo with a glassy tainted and eerie look. He jumped at first, the eye on it's own catching him of guard before Victor could realize what had spooked him. Victor was triumphant with Milo's find and bent down happily, taking the eye in his grasp and showing it to Milo who fidgeted on the spot.
''Can jou guess whom's it is?'' He said with a wide grin.
''Uh...Vell it's um...''
Milo bit his lip; Was Victor being accepting for once and allowing him to share his own smart minded answer? Or was this all once again a ploy that would give Milo another humiliating stunt from Victor? Milo stared at the cherry red blossom eye that was staring at him in the palm of Victor's hand, sitting there as if it had not left it's usual place and the feeling as if it was still looking seemed to creep up Milo's back more then he liked.
''Oh...It's hers.'' Milo widened his eyes, his finger pointed at Healer who was rocking her head side-to-side with a hazy look to her face.
''Fiery gut Milo.'' Victor patted his head, putting the eyeball down on the tray. ''I took it from her vhen vee had our last-more-focused chat, didn't vee Healer?''
Victor stared at her with a grin, his eyes tracing over her and gulping every movement she made down into himself with a pristine grin that never changed. Of course, all she could do was mumble through the thick tape and wiggle around under the restraints grasp she had binding her down again. He put the eye down before kissing it gently, then grabbed two chemistry jars and lined them side-by -side, before pouring in a clear substance. Then, he tore open a sachet that was silver and poured in a white powdered substance that Milo watched trickle into the water and slowly dissolve into a swirl off into a spiral off fire red blown from the dragon shape that curled through the liquid, slicing through it's thickness and staining it's very soul.
Victor grabbed a needle as the liquid begun to develop, the colours setting into a orange coloured hue mingled with turquoise darkened dots that speckled through the orange clouds. Milo was in awe, his face lowered to watch it change it's pattern like a Chameleon trying to blend itself in with whatever it was near from view. Healer had been watching in horror, her eyes widening at the sight of the substance and knowing what chemicals he had mixed to make such a dangerous and untrustworthy drug.
Though she was heavily sedated by the drug, she could still move her limbs with the same struggle she had before hand, the bricks beginning to weight down on her and her eyes feeling heavier then a dumbbell.
''Hmm. Vell, I vould like to zhink it's a mixture zhat' s going to cause jour body to become sick. A special virus mixed vith others, such as za cold, or a slight fever.'' Victor said, lifting up the jar and taking a dose from it with the needle.
The tube filled up like blood pouring into a cup, and for some reason Healer yearned for her gun so she could place one between his eyes and perhaps-if she felt any sort of trust towards him-spare the little Milo. Then, she would go and find Eister and make sure he would never speak a word of her again, or even be able to move again when she was done with him despite how deceivingly kind he was to her in the maintenance room.
''OK.'' Victor grinned, shining the light down onto her face and making her squint under it's kissing beams. ''I have a few questions to ask jou.''
Healer frowned, her eyes rolling in anger and her fingers gripping the handles of the chair. Victor grabbed her chin harshly, pulling her head forward and placing his lips to the tape so she could feel them just lightly touching hers-but not close enough to be touching fully.
''Oh vait, jou can't can jou?'' He chuckled. ''I vill tell jou zhought. Zhis vill sting, and I have no idea how much damage it vill do. So, let's hope jour file vas correct, and jou von't suffer to much and that I can help save jou other zhen jour Doctor. Hmm?''
Healer frowned, her eyes pointing daggers at him and her hair falling into her eyes. He brushed it away with his fingers, bringing the needle into view and rubbing the tip of his nose against her.
''I have seen za vay jou look at him. Vhen I see jou on za field vith jour team, healing him and desperately vaunting him to notice jou. Jou are oh so eager for him to fuck jou aren't jou?'' Victor sneered, pushing her head back into the chair and putting the needle to her arm. ''Vell, zhat is if zhis doesn't damage za machine he placed jou vith once before alveady.''
''Victor-should-should vee at least test it on one of mien experiments?'' Milo asked, his hands entwined together again.
''Nein. Zhis is vat experimenting is all about.'' Victor replied, looking Healer in her glazed eyes as he did so. ''But Zhinking of it, vee could try zhat on one of zhem to. See za difference.''
Pushing the needle in, Healer took a quick gasp as she felt it hit a nerve that stung and made her body spasm from it's touch; She knew he did that on purpose and she knew it was going to hurt like hell. She pressed herself into the chair as the vein started to burn, the fluid coursing through her bloodstream and hitting every part off her insides that would be tarred and damaged from the liquid. Her eyes squeezed shut like a clamp, her fingers flexed and opened, her toes curling under the strain and her chest felt like it was being punched in by a hammer.
Bite your tongue, Healer. She thought, her eyes stinging from tears that had begun to form.
A small pinch tingled on her arm as Victor removed the needle and set it down on the metal tray, rubbing her arm with his fingers and placing cotton wool over the wound to stop the blood pouring out of it. Milo watched as Healer shuffled and pawed her body against the chair, eyes pleading to the ceiling for help from something and her heart booming in her chest, so hard she thought it would shatter her bones to bits.
Victor, proud of his work, stood back and admired with a tingling buzz whizzing through him-and as tempted as he was to try his new idea he had to torture her, he couldn't do that in front of Milo. He knew that he could, because he didn't care if Milo or even Eister saw what he did, but he was more concerned about how Milo would react and if he would have to use something on the poor boy to make him forget. Victor wouldn't hurt a friend either, so he bite his own tongue harder and turned to face Milo.
''Clipboard bitte.'' Victor said angered.
Milo passed him one from the tray with a pen, clicking it down and making sure it worked-he drew a small little love heart in the bottom corner and smiled as he gave it to Victor.
''Danke.'' Victor said, spotting the little drawing and frowning.
Peculiar boy. He thought.
''Za pen vorks.'' Milo said.
''Vell spotted.'' Victor replied uncaringly.
After a moment, Healer had stopped her wriggled dancing and had allowed herself to be consumed by the fluids that were pouncing on her healthy body, disrupting every happy cell with it's toxic powers. As hateful as it was to admit to, she didn't see such point in fighting anymore as it was rendered as useless against her own state. She felt sick-but not just any usual sick-it was a heavy weighing sick feeling that made it feel as if her chest was being crushed by it. Her body felt achy, run-down like an old car banging it's way barely down the road and her head was filled with such agony that she though it would crack from the pounding pumping she had rocking against her skull. She frowned, her tongue pressing against the tape to try and get it off and her head burying itself further into the face of the chair to hide from the burning light above her.
What is this? She thought. ''What has he done? Why is this so painful!?''
She wanted to hide; She wanted to be alone and run away into a dark corner where she would never be found and she could sit and cry in her self-pity and sorrow and the fire inside of her was something an Arsonists would gawk at until they were content enough to leave; But Victor examined closely, his pen ticking off the little box's on the paper and little scribblings could be heard in the room that sat so quiet a pin-drop could be heard.
Mouth were sealed shut, hearts filled the room and ears with booms and Milo looked between Healer and Victor, his own mind trying to piece together if Healer was going to be sick or not or if she was suffering the effect of the drug. Judging by her vexed, contorted expression, she wasn't going to empty her contents, but instead, her body was doing something odd; She twisted it to her left side, her right side on show to Milo and Victor where they could see her veins beginning to push against her skin, clawing and raising up to view as if they were trapped. She turned to her other side, her voice muffled by the tape as she let out a soft groan that made Victor's heart leap with pleasure and his own mind to be clouded with lewd thoughts. He had to shake himself from it as Healer whined more, her fingers digging into the leather and then she flopped back down onto the chair-limply. Her body felt like a volcano, hot and rabbled with ash scorching her skin to charred blackness. She laid there, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and then closing...Victor stared in wonder, his hands frozen as he searched for a sign she was still alive.
Thankfully, by the sight in her eyes moving and her chest doing the same, he felt he could release his tension himself.
''Do jou zhink it vorked?'' Milo asked.
''I am not sure.'' Victor asked, dazed himself. ''Vee vill take some blood samples. Monitor zhem. Make sure zhat za viruses' vorked.''
''Vat kinds did jou put in?'' Milo hesitantly asked.
''Oh...Za usual. Cold, fever, measles etc. Zhey all-combined together-can force za body to fight itself.''
Milo felt the cold breeze whip of Victor as he passed him, his face vexed into a empty hollow hole that made Milo shocked to see Victor so stunned by something that he didn't know if it had worked or not. She was still alive, so was there a problem with that? Or perhaps it was that she had such a way of moving that it made Victor's head spin? Milo didn't know. He didn't understand how someone could be dosed with that many illnesses' and still be alive-and to top it off-they were doing something to themselves to stop the virus's from spreading.
''Victor-''
''Nein, Milo.'' Victor raised a hand, interjecting Milo. ''Don't speak.''
''Sorry.'' Milo lowered his head.
Milo looked to Healer who had almost shut herself off, but she was still living. There was no way possible that could be done without special equipment to help support the body itself with medical machinery; But yet, here was Healer shunning those rules down and allowing whatever it was inside of her to do just that freely.
''I zhink jou should go Milo. Have a break. I have some zhings I need to do here.'' Victor suggested, leaning over the counter and running a scalpel along his knuckles while reading the clipboard notes. ''Go on.''
''Are jou sure? Jou look a little pale.'' Milo worriedly spoke.
''Ja I am fine. Go vill jou?''
Milo, nodding softly, left the theatre room and the main lab in a stone-cold silence with Victor-in such a distressed and wondrous state-frowned with a burning rage at himself and then to Healer...
''I zhink, zhat I have been to soft on jou, vouldn't jou agree?''