NON REVERSABLE EFFECTS
CH10
I was able to start moving just after Bill and Bob strapped me down to what looked like one of those massage tables. Like the ones where you place your face in the ring so that they can get at your back. It was at a slight angle, so that it seemed to expose the back of my neck. There were also arm attachments, so that mine were spread out on either side. This was really awkward for me, hence the naked part. And when either Bill or Bob removed the collar from around my neck, I didn't hold back in my struggles. But as it turned out, this was as hard to break out of as the cage was.
"If I were you I wouldn't fight." a hot breath blew across the back of my neck and I froze, trying to shee away from the source, but the straps holding me down were tight. "Your friend did, and look what happened to him."
"What do you want?" I demanded, pulling uselessly against the restraints. "Who are you?"
"Why I'm the Doctor." he said, I heard rustling as he moved. "And you're just what I've been looking for over the years."
"What!" I exclaimed. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I saw you before you fell into my trap—I have eyes everywhere, you see." he told me as something cool and wet swiped across the upper part of my right butt cheek and the back of my neck. My shoulder's tensed as he continued to speak. "You are a Quatonian, my good fellow. And a very interesting a successful specimen, I might add." he placed a gloved hand above the spot on my lower back. "You might feel a slight pinch." he informed me.
And I did as he stuck a needle point in the spot that he swiped with what I am now going to assume was peroxide. And he pushed down on the plunger. I expect to fell drowsy almost instantly, but instead all of my tensed muscles were forced into relaxation. I tried to fight it, but as a minutes ticked by I couldn't even move. It was almost just like the shock collar—which was an insult by the way—but way less painful. There was a light clank as the Doctor set the used needle on a tray and picked up something else and came to stand by my head. My field of vision was limited to a very small space of the floor, and the toe of his shoes just barely came into it, their image a blur. I tried with every effort in my being to try and turn my head away, but whatever he had given me prevented my form doing so. It was like when your paralyzed and the doctor asks you to wiggle your toe, it feels like it did but in actuality it was still. Something big was about to go down, why else would he swipe the back of my neck? It was confirmed when he spoke up again.
"This will hurt a whole lot more." He told me, a hand on the back of my neck to hold my head incase the cocktail hadn't taken total effect. He placed something against the back of my neck, right below my hair line. It was sharp, whatever it was, I could feel it bite into my flesh as pressed down and could feel the blood well and drip down the side of my neck. And that was when I really freaked, what he gave me forced my body to relax, but I could still feel the pain and whatever it was that he was going to do to me.
A whimper left my throat. "Please don't do this." I begged. "You could just let us go and we'll never come back here again."
"I can't do that, I need you and you are very rare to come by." he said, dragging what I now assumed as a scalpel down the back of my neck.
I yelled out in pain. "Fine! Keep me, but let my friends go."
"I can't do that either." he set the scalpel down and placed something within the incision to keep it held open. I could feel more blood run down the side of my neck, and my vision blurred slightly. "If I let your Human friends go, then they will just send more people back for you. Those four Humans were are already enough, I had to let the ones that you were with you go."
I felt a chill go through me. He just said that he couldn't let SG-1 go because they would just bring another team back, and then he just said that he had let SG-3 go. The only thing that that could mean was that the Doctor had killed all of SG-3. He killed all of my team mates—without even a thought. A whimper of pain left my lips as I could feel his fingers in the back of my neck.
"What are you doing?" I cried out. He didn't answer me. It felt like my nerves were being pinched and twisted, I started to see spots. My heart rate picked up and my breathing quickened as I heard the muted sound on a small drill through the ringing and blood rushing in my ears. Tears fell from my eyes onto the tile floor beneath me. The blood from my neck that had collected on the table top by my shoulders, dripped over the edge to mix with the older blood stains that marred the floor. The drill stopped and I was left panting.
"I'm fixing you to suit my needs." he said finally, wiping around the incision before he took the clamps away. I could feel him pinch the skin back together, and each individual prick as he stitched the skin. He wiped around the wound again, and I yelled out as he pored something over it that caused it burn.
He patted the back of my head and the restraints holding me down were released. I hadn't even noticed the fact that the pressure and the angle that my anckle was in had caused it throb with unspoken pain. And the way that my hand had been strapped down, caused the broken knuckle to grind painfully. Add that to whatever the hell that Doctor did to the back of my neck, and I was in some real need of some pain killers.
Bill and Bob were there again, lifting me from the table and carrying me between them like they had Mitchell. I didn't even bother trying to come up with an escape plan, I still couldn't move and the way that they were carrying me caused my already twisted ankle to twist further. The hallway walls around me passed in a blur, until we came to a section of the building that changed from steel walls to those of brick. And the floor changed from tile to dirt.
We came to a stop in front of another cage, but instead of it being like the one that Daniel and Teal'c were in, it like a jail cell. Bob put the collar back around my neck while Bill held me, the door buzzed open and they tossed me in. Just like Mitchell had, I hit the floor painfully and with the force of it I rolled until I hit the middle of the cell. I groaned in pain, feeling the stitches in the back of my neck pull, and tears running down my cheeks.
Some rescue mission this was.