Dyako (Danny) lay on the metal table surrounded by all sorts of medical and similar devices. When he arrived at the lab the creepy/good man had clasped his hands like a happy child and had pulled out things that can easily make it into any mad scientist's wet dreams.
Although Dyako had not actually thought that, he just stared into space, body hot/cold and the thing wriggling along his veins.
The man had tried to pet Shikyo, but she growled and bit him. With a furious gleam he roughly grabbed her and stuffed her in a near by cage. She squeaked, and that got to Dyako on a level. He would have flinched had his body been fully cooperating with his mind.
The man with the dark face paint told him to get on a table and lie down. Clamps sprouted from the metal and the table tilted, until it was vertical. That was currently Dyako's position.
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT.
Dyako wanted whatever was inside him, gnawing at his stomach and sleeping on his lungs, to GET OUT.
The man would help, help, help, help.
The man brought a long, sharp looking syringe out of a cupboard with similar syringes. What was his name? Mayu- No, it was Sir, it was his name, he deserved it, and he was going to help him.
Sir smiled and sunk the syringe into his arm. It stung, but if it was helping to get it out, then it was worth the pain.
A sharper pain began in his arm, he could see something green flowing into the syringe. Was it that? Surely it can't be blood since it's red, not luminescent green? But he could feel the scurring along his nerves and organs, so it was not. What was it?
It did hurt, but it was worth it, it was going to help him.
The green blood was beautiful in a way. Like lightning bugs in the night sky.
Sir practically ripped out the needle with such giddiness that a 5 year old child would be shocked. He then brought a smaller syringe with an opaque orange goo inside, it looked far more menacing then many other things in the room.
Sir injected the goo inside Dyako's arm. No result happened for several seconds, then like thunder in a summer morning, pain flew through Dyako's arm. He screamed, as most living things do when in pain. The man grinned and said and wrote on a nearby clipboard,
"Compressed Gegli brain juice, a nerve stimulant."
Taking out a few more items, sir began to do his work.