General Sephiroth Crescent came around some hours later, his back still pressed against the steely cool surface of the operation table, still unable to move.
He was feeling weak. So infinitely weak. And the room kept spinning in and out of focus.
Fuck where was he?
What was going on?
It took him a few minutes to remember, a few minutes until finally his memories flooded back to him and realisazion hit him like a train.
He was still in Hojo's power. Was still bound to that table. By some crazy invisible bonds that existed only in his head.
He was still feeling exhausted, was still feeling like a helpless child.
Still, the pain in his shoulder had mercifully gone down to a throb and the burning cravings of the mako addiction were gone. Removed from him entirely. And so were the voices. At leat for the present moment.
'There you are little pet. I thought you'd never come around.' professor Hojo's voice came from somewhere behind him.
'I managed to get rid of some of your malfunctions, eradicate some flaws, you know. You cannot face your mother with all those petty shortcoming now, can you...' the voice rang out again, closer this time.
'We´ll do another round tomorrow morning. See what more we can do. That should give you enough time to get yourself back together. Oh. And no funny business this time. Subject. I will know.'
Stepping up to his precious speciman, the professor leaned down from above to pinch his cheek.
There was the sound of footsteps and a closing door. And then. Darkness. It made General Sephiroth Crescent spiral back into unconsciousness.