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Riddle was sitting in a chair, his hands shackled to the arms of it, his legs shackled to the legs of it. The doctors hadn't arrived yet, but he was already terrified. He had been through this once or twice already, and he didn't want to go through it again.
The syringes...the shocking...the pain.
It made him wish Trey was there to comfort him. He missed Trey...he didn't seem him nearly enough in this big, cold place.
A few tears rolled down his face, he was trying not to cry.. He was brave...he was...he was brave...
His breath hitched and he started to bawl out crying, tears streaming down his face, his eyes tightly closed shut. He wanted to kick his feet, he wanted to cover his eyes, but he couldn't... And the suspense of waiting worsened how scared he felt...
The syringes...the shocking...the pain.
It made him wish Trey was there to comfort him. He missed Trey...he didn't seem him nearly enough in this big, cold place.
A few tears rolled down his face, he was trying not to cry.. He was brave...he was...he was brave...
His breath hitched and he started to bawl out crying, tears streaming down his face, his eyes tightly closed shut. He wanted to kick his feet, he wanted to cover his eyes, but he couldn't... And the suspense of waiting worsened how scared he felt...
//TW for anyone else who reads this: Needles are involved//
The doctor came in alone, needle in hand as he peered down at the subject.. Feeling no pity. He rolled up Riddles sleeve on his right arm before pricking the needle into him. He injected 'blot' into him before pulling the needle back out. He grinned before going out of the room, waiting for the blot to kick in.
The doctor came in alone, needle in hand as he peered down at the subject.. Feeling no pity. He rolled up Riddles sleeve on his right arm before pricking the needle into him. He injected 'blot' into him before pulling the needle back out. He grinned before going out of the room, waiting for the blot to kick in.
Tears rolled down Riddle's cheeks, he stifled his wailing, watching the doctor and then the syringe.
He felt the needle prick into his skin, making him squirm. No, no, he didn't want this..he didn't want this...
Riddle struggled, pulling against the shackles, yet not being able to get out of them. He sighed, laid back in the chair, staring mindlessly at the wall. There was no pain, there was nothing happening, but it was a false sense of safety. Similar to how the nature calms right before a bad storm or tornado... Riddle suddenly felt a sharp pain resonate through his arm from where he was pricked.
He yanked against the restraints again, gasping in-pain, he couldn't get out, he couldn't get out, HE WANTED OUT, HE WANTED OUT. Riddle panicked as he began feeling pain throughout his entire body, most of the pain being in his arm and head however.
Suddenly, Riddle gasped and coughed hardly. After a few heavy coughs, a black, ink-like substance sputtered out of his lungs. What the hell was that? Riddle was growing weaker, so his struggling pulls on the restraints slowed. The ink-like substance eased down his mouth, dripping onto his hospital robe. He coughed once more, and more emerged, more spilling onto the robe like blood.
Riddle's eyes lost focus, his hearing sounded muffled, he was losing conscious. Riddle let out a sharp sob, and closed his eyes tightly, before his whole body went limp... He passed out.
He felt the needle prick into his skin, making him squirm. No, no, he didn't want this..he didn't want this...
Riddle struggled, pulling against the shackles, yet not being able to get out of them. He sighed, laid back in the chair, staring mindlessly at the wall. There was no pain, there was nothing happening, but it was a false sense of safety. Similar to how the nature calms right before a bad storm or tornado... Riddle suddenly felt a sharp pain resonate through his arm from where he was pricked.
He yanked against the restraints again, gasping in-pain, he couldn't get out, he couldn't get out, HE WANTED OUT, HE WANTED OUT. Riddle panicked as he began feeling pain throughout his entire body, most of the pain being in his arm and head however.
Suddenly, Riddle gasped and coughed hardly. After a few heavy coughs, a black, ink-like substance sputtered out of his lungs. What the hell was that? Riddle was growing weaker, so his struggling pulls on the restraints slowed. The ink-like substance eased down his mouth, dripping onto his hospital robe. He coughed once more, and more emerged, more spilling onto the robe like blood.
Riddle's eyes lost focus, his hearing sounded muffled, he was losing conscious. Riddle let out a sharp sob, and closed his eyes tightly, before his whole body went limp... He passed out.
Two assistants scribbled in their papers, the doctor walking into the room. He took a vial and scooped up just a tiny bit of the black ink. Then looking back up at the assistants. "Hm. I'm going to run this through a few tests, bring Subject 0 back to his room, and keep the door locked. You don't want another subject trying to get away.." He began, then glaring at the assistants. "Right?" He hissed, the assistants fearfully nodding before scurrying to Riddles limp body.
Riddle tried to wake up, but wasn't able to, so he had no choice in the matter. The assistants would pick him up and take him back to his room, there was no escaping...
The assistants carelessly tossed Riddle onto his cot, leaving the room. "Geez, you didn't have to slam him down!" One hissed to the other. "Shut up! I lost my grip on his arm coz of you!"
Riddle slowly woke up, his body hurt, his head ached... Riddle sat up, rubbing his head, then glanced at the door and frowned.
Weakly, he got out of the cot and limped to the door, attempting to open it if it was unlocked or not.
He just wanted to see Trey.
Trey always made him feel better...
Weakly, he got out of the cot and limped to the door, attempting to open it if it was unlocked or not.
He just wanted to see Trey.
Trey always made him feel better...
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