Febuwhump Day 7: Used As An Experiment
Word Count: 465
Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl
Rating: T
Characters: Martel
Warning: N/A
Summary: Martel thought she was getting help. She quickly learned how wrong she was.
Notes: N/A
Used As An Experiment
When she had first been picked up off of the battlefield, two thoughts had been circling around Martel's head. One had been relief that she was going to get help. Someone had found her. She had heard them say "possible" and "promising." There was a chance that, even with her guts spilling out, seeing limbs twisted the wrong way, and her senses fading in and out, she would live. The other thought was that she wished they had just killed her when they found her.
That second thought grew stronger in the ensuing weeks.
Her first inkling that something might be wrong was when the facility she was taken to did not look like a hospital. Oh, it looked like some sort of place that did something with people, but it didn't look like a hospital.
The second clue had been in the fact that no one talked to her. She was clearly aware, tried to get the attention of the people around her. No one paid her any mind, though. If someone looked at her attempts at communicating, it was as if she were an annoyance, and not as if she were a person.
The third hint had been that she had never been given anything for her pain. She was in huge amounts of pain, and nothing was done about it. No one even seemed to consider giving her anything for her pain. They didn't seem to care.
She shouldn't have been surprised when the experiments had begun.
The pain was incredible and eclipsed anything she had been feeling up to that point. She had no words for it, or for what was done for her. Any dignity she had left was taken away, and she realized that, to these people, she wasn't a person. She had never been a person to them. "Possible" hadn't meant that it was possible to save her, it meant that she could possibly be used for their experiments. "Promising" hadn't meant that it was promising that she would live, it had meant that her being useful to them was promising. From the moment she had been found by then, she hadn't been human.
She was an experiment.
That's all she was—someone to be used as an experiment.
Her cage—because that's what it was, not a cell, those were for people, no, this was a cage, for an experiment—was opened, and she was drug out, put on a stretcher and she was wheeled away, without even being given choice at all.
Her hope had long ago gone out in this place. All she was left with now was the wish to die and wondering how much longer she would be used as an experiment.
She had the unfortunate suspicion that the two were irrevocably entwined.