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Chapter 6
He stirred away at the sound of a cart moving next to him…under him?
He struggled to open his eyes, the one was still too swollen, and the other was blocked by something.
He tried to move and a slap caused him to freeze, resisting the urge to make a noise he remained still as the cart under him continued to roll him to some unknown place.
The cart stopped and he began to tremble.
He heard a scream and flinched violently.
Cold chuckles were the only answer before he was suddenly lifted and tossed onto another…bed?
It was a bed…right? He struggled to remember what that word meant and came to the conclusion that the object he was now laying on could be the only thing that fit that word.
The tube in his mouth was pulled out as they straightened his neck. He squirmed weakly, half-heartedly. He really didn't want them to hurt him again, he was so scared…
He whimpered as the tube was removed.
"Oh shut up you freak," a man's voice muttered.
He didn't make a noise after that, even as his arms were pulled out to the sides and tied down. His elbows cleaned and needles slid into the veins.
Despite their orders he couldn't stop shaking.
What were they doing to him? He was so scared.
"Alright, let's go over the tests, how is he responding to the drugs?" one asked.
"Poorly, having adverse reactions…seems to be allergic to vial one…" the man with the chart replied softly.
He trembled on the table.
"Hmm," the first man stated softly, "interesting…well…I'm going to try something different now…sedate it and give it vial four."
"Four? But sir…it hasn't even completed the series of-" the man with the chart started.
The first man silenced him with a glare.
"Do it, and then put him in the room," he stated firmly before walking out.
He remained still on the table, trembling quietly, his only open eye darting around the room in terror.
As the needle pricked his skin, he cringed before slipping into darkness.
A/N: Reviews please folks! Let me know your guesses…don't worry you find out soon.