"Here's the scissors, I knew she wasn't looking."
Morty heard someone mutter. Morty let out a grown as his awareness of his surroundings came in and out. The person who was muttering went silent.
Morty was able to start seeing, he noticed the man's back, he was wearing a white lab coat. "Rick?" he whispered. He could feel his stomach flipping around him. "Rick, I don't feel good. I'm…I'm going to vomit."
"What did you just say?" the man asked turning to face Morty.
Morty was slowly passing out again when he felt someone grab his jaw, "What name did you just say?" the man asked.
Morty had to force himself to focus; eventually he noticed it was the scientist from before. Morty was about to say Rick's name when he felt the bile rise in his stomach. Morty went to flip off his back when he realized his arms and legs were strapped to the table. He tried to swallow the bile back down but couldn't do it as it flew out of his mouth. The man moved in time to not get hit, allowing the vomit to splash down on Morty's face.
A woman walked in, appearing to be shocked by the man holding Morty down. "What's going on in here?" she asked running over.
The man still held Morty's jaw, vomit constantly falling out of his mouth. He started to gag as it pooled in his mouth and started to trickle into his nose. "Tell me the name you said."
Morty was trying to tell him but more vomit flew out of his mouth. He attempted to move his head to the side to allow himself to breathe, however, the man still held his head still. He struggled to move as the vomit stopped him from being able to take breaths.
"He needs to sit up." The woman said to the man.
"NO, he will tell me what he just said."
"He can't talk if he's gagging."
Morty felt a hand around his left wrist where one of the straps where. As soon as the strap was loosened, Morty flew to his right side. Luckily the man let go of his face. Morty was able to let the vomit leave his mouth as he was able to pull in a fresh breath of air. Morty let out another round of vomit from his mouth as it hit the ground. He used his free hand to attempt to clear his face the best possible.
The man ran over to the woman, grabbing her arm. "Out now!" he yelled. Morty watched as the woman pulled her arm out of his hand, she nodded and walked out. Once the door was closed, the man turned to Morty, "Now. What name did you say?"
Morty looked around at the room, everything was white and oddly very clean. He noticed medical supplies that were strewn on a small table on wheels. His eyes then set on the scientist from before.
"What name?"
"L-le-let me g-g-go." Morty said attempting to use his free hand to unhook the strap on his other wrist.
The man grabbed Morty's wrist. "You don't seem to be in the state to tell me what to do." The man pulled out a wheeled chair sitting on it as he sat next to Morty. The wheels rolled through the vomit on the ground. The man didn't seem to care. "What makes you think you have a chance of getting out of here?"
"He'll find me."
"Who?"
"Rick! Rick will find me!"
"Rick? You know Rick Sanchez." the man sat back as he watched Morty's eyes widen. "There's only one other human from Earth that I know and he has that name."
"You know him?"
"Know him? I worked with him. I lived with him for years." The man laughed. "I'm the reason he learned about space. We were the top of the class freshman year. Of course, he bailed out of college as soon as he learned about space. I stayed behind and became a professor. I found that idiot years later in a bar, drunk off his ass and surrounded by low lives. I have to give him credit on one thing; he's the one that gave me the idea of what I've been working toward! He's the reason for everything you see.
"We became friends, he gave me the thought and said he'd help. Then he decided that he didn't like what I was planning. He claimed I was too over the top. He called me a psychopath. Can you believe it a sociopath would have the balls to call me a psychopath? Never cared for that drunk. Guy calls himself a genius but has nothing to back it up. Being able to build a spaceship does not constitute being a genius in space. It may be true on Earth but out here, you need more than theatrical tricks to be considered a genius in the science world." The doctor leaned back in the chair. "He won't find you though. He has no clue where I am."
"He'll find me." Morty said.
"And why do you think a man that only thinks about himself, a man that would rather get drunk than to help someone out, a man who never trusted anyone would come looking for little you?"
"Because…because he…he promised."
The man laughed, "Promised? He promised you so he's going to do it?"
"You'll see! He'll come for me."
"Hm." The man stood up walking over to a counter. "Yeah, well you'll figure it out soon enough." The man said rummaging through a cabinet.
"He wouldn't break a promise!" Morty yelled.
"Such big words for someone who knows nothing." The man turned around with an item in his hands. "You see, the thing about Rick is that he's all about himself. If something doesn't benefit him, he doesn't care."
"Then you don't know him." Morty said.
"Yeah, well I do know one thing. Your mouth is annoying." The man said pushing a gag into Morty's mouth. The man strapped it into Morty's mouth not allowing the boy to talk anymore. Then he walked over to Morty's free arm, pulling it down to the table and strapping it back down. "I also know that your life ends here. There's no more Rick, no more family, nothing. Now, let's get to why I'm here." He brought the moving table over with the medical instruments on it.
The man grabbed a pair of scissors starting to cut at Morty's shirt. Morty attempted to move making the man push him down with his free hand. "Careful, don't make me cut you."
After the man said that Morty attempted to stay still. Once the shirt was cut off, the man worked on the pants.
The door was opened slowly, "May I come in now professor?"
"Yeah. Get over here and start helping." The man said as he continued to cut at Morty's clothing.
"I got the recorder so you can start your check." The woman from before held up a recorder.
"Set it down on the counter."
The woman did as told.
The doctor stopped cutting half way up Morty's pants. "Here you do the rest. I need to get the recorder ready."
The woman grabbed the scissors doing as told. She never looked at Morty as she focused on her job at hand. She was much gentler than the man, Morty felt like there was a chance he could talk to the woman later. "What's the plan?" the woman asked.
"I wasn't planning on trying human subjects for another month or so. I'll have to do the physical then I'll decide." The scientist said writing something down.
The woman pulled the pants away, leaving Morty naked on the table. It was uncomfortable to say the least. "All set." The woman spoke up throwing the clothing in a trashcan.
"Good." The man stood up with his recorder clicking a button. It made a noise as he held it to his mouth. The woman walked around and grabbed the recorder from him, holding it to his face. She followed behind him as he walked. "New test subject coming in. Weight is 110.2 pounds and height is 62 inches. Subject is species Homo sapien, better known as a human from planet Earth located in the Milky Way Galaxy. From now on, subject human will be known as subject eighty two or just eighty two. Subject eighty two appears alert and is able to talk." The man grabbed Morty's mouth, lifting his lips. "Teeth look clean and well kept." The man grabbed a flashlight, flashing it in his eyes. "Eyes seem clear and pupils dilate properly." He put a stethoscope to his ears and placed the cold flat portion on Morty's chest. There was a moment of silence as he listened. "Subject eighty two has a heightened erratic heartbeat most likely caused by stress from being moved."
Morty wanted to yell at him, he wasn't an animal!
The man walked down to Morty's feet, grabbing his left foot. "Slight pigeon toe. Not a good genetic makeup but that seems to be the only thing."
The man then walked over to the counter grabbing a needle and vials. He walked over to Morty's arm. Morty looked away as the man stuck him with the needle. Morty looked over to see him fill three vials with blood. "Assistant set the recorder down and go start the tests." He said handing the vials to the woman.
"Yes sir." She set the recorder next to Morty's head, grabbing the three vials. The woman walked out. The man then turned around to set the needle down and pick up some type of object. It reminded Morty of the gun used when his sister wanted another piercing. The man went to Morty's ear. There was a loud click in his ear and a sharp pain. The man picked up the recorder and set it aside then pulled out a long metal chain. The scientist held one end with his hand and moved it under Morty's back until his hand was on the other side with the chain. He dropped the chain allowing his hand to come back. Then he wrapped the chain up Morty's torso and around his neck. Once the ends were brought together, he grabbed a padlock sealing the chains together, forming a harness with the metal chain.
"It will only be tight for a short time." He said. "I'll send my guy in to get you." He turned around to look at Morty, "And let's hope you don't have half the spunk Rick has or you won't last long here." The man chuckled then walked out.
The woman walked into the room a little after the man left. She seemed to be looking around as if she was trying to hide then closed the door. She pulled out a small camera taking a picture of the room. Then took several pictures of Morty. Morty wanted to scream at her, yell at her that he wanted out. The woman touched his forehead, "It's going to be alright." She whispered.
Morty stared at the woman.
She whispered, "They told me you were coming. Don't tell anyone here that you know Rick." The woman placed some type of liquid on his ear, making it burn. Morty let out a small grunt. "Sorry, I have to clean your ear with alcohol or it will get infected." She whispered. "He always forgets this part."
The woman stood up quickly sticking her camera up her sleeve when the door opened. A boar guard was standing at the door frame. Morty looked between the two, it was like they didn't expect to see the other. How did this woman know Rick? Who were they? Did he already screw up saying he knew Rick to the scientist?
The woman unstrapped the gag out of his mouth, "The professor told me to clean up the room." She said quickly.
"You may be sleeping with him, but that doesn't mean you can just do whatever you want." The guard said.
The woman walked over to the counter starting to pick up items.
"Are you going to help me?" The man asked.
The woman looked over, "Yeah." She ran over to unhook Morty's legs from the straps while the man unhooked his arms.
The guard harshly pulled Morty off the table making him fall to the ground.
"Be careful!" The woman said.
The guard glared at her, "Don't tell me how to do my job."
Morty was pushed through the door. He looked around as they walked. It was a long white hallway. The guard stopped at a door, he started unlocking several large locks. Then pulled the door open. It revealed a long set of stairs. He was forced forward as he walked down the stairs into a dark cold area. The man stopped at another door unlocking more locks on that door. When that door was open, it revealed several large cages on both sides. Morty was forced down a narrow aisle way enough for them to walk one in front of another. He jumped when something jumped at him from the cage, the bars stopping it from getting to him. Another was laughing as it sat in the back of the cage. They passed the pomerianian looking creature; it was pacing back and forth.
Morty was pushed into an open cage as the door locked behind him. Morty turned back around to see the man locking the door.
Once the guard started to walk off the alien to his left spoke, "You're going to die."
"Uhm, what?" Morty asked.
"You're weak." Morty couldn't see much, it appeared to have a lizard or dog face with large jagged teeth. It was smiling.
"N-n-no I'm not." Morty said.
"I can smell it on you. You're already scared and you haven't seen anything yet."
"Just stop talking." Morty said.
"I give you a month." The creature said. "That number is tainted."
"What number?"
"The number on your ear. We all have them. Eighty two never lasts longer than a month. I'm eighty three. That's why I sit next to you." The creature laughed.
Morty lifted his hand up touching the tag on his ear. "I'll be fine. Just take care of yourself."
"I have been. Who's going to take care of you?"
"I'll be fine." Morty muttered again walking to the back of the cage. He sat in the back staring at everything as the metal chains clinked around him. He set his hands to cover himself the best he could, "I'll be fine."
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