Lights. Bright white lights flew past. Pain. Yelling voices.

"I need an an aesthetic!" A man yelled.

Breath... needed to breathe. Pressure on an out stretched hand. "Don't worry, Sir. She's going to make it. Please let her go. We must get to surgery."

Sleep. Needed sleep.

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Jack was plopped into a chair before a low metal table. His hands were tied behind his back.

He glared to the man that sat in front of him. His tongue slipping out to poke at the corners of his lips. His hair hung in his face.

Ardin stared at the kid and repressed a shiver. This guy was fucked. Jack had never looked so... bad. His dark eyes seemed to have a distant quality to them. His deformed lips were pulled into a frown.

But what made Ardin look away from the boy. Was the blood. Dried blood smeared it's way along his scars. Giving him a morbid, bloody grin. His skin was also horribly pail, and his eyes ringed with black from lack of sleep.

"Heyyy thereee... ArDIN-ah."

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