"ALMASY!" A prison guard yelled and entered the third door on the floor. "Lunch time! Get up!"
"Suck cock." A voice replied from the dark corner. Even though it wasn't a lively voice, it still contained the same even and commanding tone, however still sensual, a slight Estharian accent making it sound regal and handsome.
"Just starve then! This'll be yer fourth day without food!" The guard kicked Seifer's tall, weak, starved figure in the gut and stormed off. The prisoner then later heard commotion coming from the doors. The same gruff prison guards voice, and then another…a woman's.
"Huh!…Oh…yeah you can see him. Just watch it though. This ain't a conjugal visit." He heard the guard say and then heard the door unlatch.
"Seifer…" He heard Emma's voice whisper as she kneeled down to sterile floor. The sudden tone to her voice made his stomach curl. Feeling anger and resentment for the people that put him there. "Seifer…" She spoke again.
She examined him, seeing only what she could from the light of the sun shining through his barred window. Half naked with just a pair of scrubs on, with a couple of wraps around his wrists with old bloodstains on them. He looked sickly, and depressed. His once sunny blonde hair was now a dull light brown. And his torso covered multiple lacerations, some still healing, others already scarred deep within his body, which lay across his tanned skin and emaciated stomach. She couldn't see his face, for the fact that he didn't look up, too weak to even try.
"Seifer…look at me…please." She reached out to raise his chin, but he had already lifted his head. A gasp came from her lips. Bruised, bloodshot eyes, numerous little cuts, a swollen and busted up lip and died blood was what was staring back at her. "Oh my god…"
"Why are you here?" His voice was ragged and no louder than a murmur.
"They called me." Emma walked by the door and picked up a tray holding a pitcher, bowl, washrags, and bandages. She kneeled down beside him and smiled. "They brought me here to get you healthy again."
" I'm fine." Seifer put his hands to his head.
"Did you hear about what happened in Trabia?" Emma soaked one of the rags in the water and began stoking Seifer's face.
"Emma…" Seifer sighed in frustration. "Don't change the-"
"I screwed up." She said quietly.
"You didn't answer my question." Seifer pulled the rag away from Emma. "And why are you acting this way? I haven't seen you in—"
"Shh…" She whispered.
"I haven't seen you in three years, Emma." Seifer said, reaching for her hand and holding it in his own. "For three years I've waited for you to come back. I'll forgive you for not returning after so long, but please… explain why."
Emma looked down and frowned. "I can't." Seifer moved from holding her hands to moving his up to her shoulders. She looked at him. "I just missed you. That's all. Now lean back. I'm going to clean you up a little. Try eating just a bit for me." Seifer smiled and reached for a piece of bread and began eating while Emma continued to clean the pain off his skin.
"So how's Lux?" He asked between bites.
"Fine." She put the rag down and showed him her wrist. "See the bracelet he got me for my birthday? It's from the Shumi Village" a silver bracelet with tribal designs etched into it covered most of her wrist. Seifer reached for her arm to get a closer look.
"Wow. That is nice. It's really…" He noticed the discoloration under the bracelet. "Emma what is this?" He lifted her sleeve up to reveal purple and brown bruises up her arm. He looked at her with a worried glance. "Who the hell did this to you?" He asked quietly.
"Almasy! Time fer yer therapy." The guard from earlier walked in and reached for Seifer's bruised arm.
"Oh…" Seifer was pulled up from the bed and strapped onto another.
"What therapy?" Emma asked, unknowingly.
"Electro-shock therapy…where electromagnetic waves are sent into the brain…" The owner of the voice walked in and began to strap Seifer onto the bed.
"But that's only for ment—…"
"Yes…and Mr. Almasy is in fact, a mental patient. It states in his chart that due to his behavior with the hearing last month, he will hereby be taken care of and placed in the treatment of the Galbadian Mental Institution of the Criminally Insane until his next hearing in six months..." She yanked the last strap into a tightening restraint as she spoke. "If you would like, you may join us. You might find this helpful for you to understand why he is undergoing this treatment."
Emma looked at Seifer, who was obviously panicking. His breathing was calm, but his eyes weren't.
Seifer didn't budge. Emma immediately looked at the nurse and nodded.
"Excellent." The nurse and the guard began to wheel Seifer out of the room. Emma followed them closely behind, noticing that Seifer's breath was shortening. He closed his eyes as they turned down the medical hall.
Emma glanced in the windows of some of the rooms. There was a man eating his gown in one, another with a nurse having stitches sewn into their neck. A doctor with an escorted patient walked by.
"They died from the breast milk of their cunting mothers..." The man muttered to the doctor, who just nodded. "Don't you see doc? This is why we need to liquefy the propaganda of the cows brushing up on the lampposts!"
Seifer didn't belong here.
Emma began to gag at the smell of burnt flesh as they entered the Electro-shock room. It didn't seem to bother the rest of the party. Seifer kept his eyes closed, and he tried to appear calmer than he was. The small room contained a large leather table with a myriad of withering buckle-straps attached. Behind the table was monolithic brass and wood Dynamo that looked powerful enough to keep Dollet lit for a year.
"Emma, leave. Go. Please. Now. Just Gooooff---" Seifer was gagged by the rubber block inserted into his mouth. The nurse who had invited Emma along looked at her and smiled.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine." She put an oxygen mask over his mouth and walked over to Emma. "Would you like to know how this process works?" A shy nod.
"Electroshock is usually administered to our patients in a series of treatments. The patient's heart rate is monitored throughout the procedure, which actually lasts no more than ten minutes in the operating room."
The nurse walked over and started the process of an IV. "I am now putting in a moderate amount of Brevital, which should effect him in a few moments." Emma watched Seifer's eyes dilate. "Now Seifer, I want you to count backwards from ten." As Seifer counted backwards, Emma took his hand and held it tightly. She watched as Seifer's eyes struggled to stay open. His hand went limp and Emma stepped back as she watched him go into a deep sleep. The nurse walked to the other side of the table and began inserting another IV. "This is an IV of succinylcholine which relaxes the muscles."
"If he's unconscious, why would you need that?"
"So his muscles are relaxed enough to where he wont have any broken bones." She said with an unnerving smile. "Now, we will put conducting jelly on his temples and attach the electrodes." Emma witnessed the assistant doing so. "I will begin shortly. It will only be for 20 seconds. I suggest you stand back against the wall, away from the door."
"This isn't right…"Emma was snapped back into reality as the lights began to flash a blinding white. Were they already starting? As Emma looked down at the screaming 21-year-old through the rubber bite-down taped tight to his teeth. His head, torso, and limbs began to buck like they were jet propelled against the leather straps restraining him. As the massive of electricity from the Dynamo he was wired to punch into him like ten thousand razors at once. Emma reached for him instinctively…only to have the Doctor that walked in lunge in and yank her hand away.
Then everything stopped. The light show. The screaming…and Seifer, too. The only sound that was heard was Seifer's heavy panting. His body dropped back down on the table with a horrible thud. His eyes stared sightlessly. The doctor leaned over him with his stethoscope and examined the patient. And then he stood back up straight.
"Wonderful. You can take him back to his room now, Ava."