Malpractice.
Diagnosis results Struggle is futile.
Leather straps bind your limbs tightly to the gurney. You hear a cool, sinister voice in your ear but are too dazed to make out words. Their breath is cold. The awful squeaking and scratching of wheels against floor echoes around you.
You’re in danger.
“Jack…” you recognise your own name and feeling returns to your clammy face.
You manage to glance over.
“Yes, yes. That is you, isn’t it?”
Your face burns as you attempt to form words through your lips, only to utter something inaudible.
“Jack, how kind of you to donate yourself to me~” the Doctor chimes. They’ve wheeled you into a musty theatre. Bulbs flicker on and fill the vast, empty room with a quaint buzzing.
You’re wearing nothing but a curious black dress. The Doctor abruptly shoves something sharp into your bare arm and before you can articulate, you’re being administered a slimy, green fluid which makes your eyes heavy and mouth limp. They grin beneath their mask, eyes shining brightly as they gingerly take a surgical drill from the tray beside them.
As a cloying sleepiness washes over you, you hear her say: “What a well behaved specimen~”
She presses her cold gloved fingers to your stomach, pausing for a moment before she begins her ghoulish work.
“Please stay still.”
You’re just conscious enough to see what she does to you, but unable to do a thing about it. Your pulse quickens as the tool glimmers under the dim bulbs and makes its descent to your hapless flesh. There is a great deal of pain.
Sanguineous is simply delighted at what frail little screams you manage to force out.
“Oh, hush now, Jack, my little doll~”
You taste blood. Black spots plague your vision and the buzzing grows so loud it deafens you to all but the Doctor’s dastardly voice.
“You’re a vital part of my work, you know. I don’t know what I’d do without this fresh body of yours.”
She traces your jaw with her thumb, hushing you. You’re so close to death. You swear you see…tendrils..?
Something slippery curls almost lovingly around your hand.
“…why, I’m tempted to take all of you~”
Leather straps bind your limbs tightly to the gurney. You hear a cool, sinister voice in your ear but are too dazed to make out words. Their breath is cold. The awful squeaking and scratching of wheels against floor echoes around you.
You’re in danger.
“Jack…” you recognise your own name and feeling returns to your clammy face.
You manage to glance over.
“Yes, yes. That is you, isn’t it?”
Your face burns as you attempt to form words through your lips, only to utter something inaudible.
“Jack, how kind of you to donate yourself to me~” the Doctor chimes. They’ve wheeled you into a musty theatre. Bulbs flicker on and fill the vast, empty room with a quaint buzzing.
You’re wearing nothing but a curious black dress. The Doctor abruptly shoves something sharp into your bare arm and before you can articulate, you’re being administered a slimy, green fluid which makes your eyes heavy and mouth limp. They grin beneath their mask, eyes shining brightly as they gingerly take a surgical drill from the tray beside them.
As a cloying sleepiness washes over you, you hear her say: “What a well behaved specimen~”
She presses her cold gloved fingers to your stomach, pausing for a moment before she begins her ghoulish work.
“Please stay still.”
You’re just conscious enough to see what she does to you, but unable to do a thing about it. Your pulse quickens as the tool glimmers under the dim bulbs and makes its descent to your hapless flesh. There is a great deal of pain.
Sanguineous is simply delighted at what frail little screams you manage to force out.
“Oh, hush now, Jack, my little doll~”
You taste blood. Black spots plague your vision and the buzzing grows so loud it deafens you to all but the Doctor’s dastardly voice.
“You’re a vital part of my work, you know. I don’t know what I’d do without this fresh body of yours.”
She traces your jaw with her thumb, hushing you. You’re so close to death. You swear you see…tendrils..?
Something slippery curls almost lovingly around your hand.
“…why, I’m tempted to take all of you~”
What is Dr. Sanguineous to do with you upon her table? She just can’t wait to toy with a new specimen~ (based on my original character) ♱ TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: NEEDLES, SHARP TOOLS, BLOOD, DEATH. ALSO VERY LONG!
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