towerofanimus | Surgery

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*event,
[ou] romeo

Surgery

Characters: Romeo, France, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: surgical suite
Monday: Romeo; Tuesday: France; Thursday: Ψiioniic; Friday: Germany & Kanaya; Saturday: Romana & Dean (and therefore forward-dated as needed)
Format: either
Summary: Special experimentation.
Warnings: extreme descriptive body horror/trauma/general unpleasantness
Note: Use your thread header! It has your character's name on it.

They all start the same. The red-collared retrieval units show up again, whether by force or not you're removed from your cell and brought to the elevator, taken deeper into the tower, emerging into a surgical suite. Wordlessly, they strap you to an operating table and inject you with a liquid the same color as your collar. It will remove pain entirely, although your nerves still work in all other respects.

There are five of them, and they're preparing various tools and machines. It's not like you're going anywhere.

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Romeo went with the people quietly, he was scared and didn't really want to be taken away from the others but he tried to be as brave as he could as he was led into the elevator. He starts to struggle a bit as they try and tie him down and inject him. "Are you doctors? I'm not sick though! Please let me go!"

The retrieval units don't respond to his words, turning away from Romeo as soon as he's injected and carting over a large machine with two long tubes on either end of it. As one unit prepares the machine, the other one returns to Romeo's side and hooks him up to an IV, to keep him alive and conscious.

Romeo wriggles as they bring over the machine and injects something else into him. He didn't understand what any of it was, he thought they were doctors but none of this looked like things Doctor Casella would, and Doctor Casella was always kind and explained what he was doing.

"Let me go!" His voice is less polite now as he starts to squirm in earnest, "I'm not sick."

They bring in the deer next. Rather, a new retrieval unit brings it in. Of course, it's not quite a normal deer--constantly it seems like it's going to slide right out of its skin, its mouth is split like a flower to reveal far sharper teeth than necessary, and it looks sickly and pale. It's wheeled in on a bed similar to Romeo's, unconscious.

Romeo looks to the side at the noise. His eyes widened and tears filled them. "What did you do to it?" It was scary but it also made Romeo sad and he wondered if it was dead, or just hurt badly. "You are bad people aren't you!"

Still Romeo was ignored; instead the retrieval units side the tube down the deer's throat through its mouth. An incision is made next along its flank, and a second tube is inserted--connected to what, it's hard to say. Is that even really a deer? The second tube is connected to the machine in turn.

They approach Romeo next.

A whimper bubbled out of Romeo's throat, this was scarier than... anything. This was the scariest thing that had ever happened to him. He couldn't even imagine what Alfredo would do in this situation because he didn't want to think of any of his friends being here.

Romeo instead tried to stay calm, after all Alfredo had been so calm even when he died so Romeo could try and do that too. He couldn't stop the tears running down his face though, or the way his voice shook as he spoke. "Did I do something wrong? Did I break a rule? I'm sorry if I did! Is this a punishment?"

Romeo's chest was slit open, a tube slid into it with little fanfare. Next Romeo's mouth was forced open--and held open with a metal instrument, as the tube was slid down it.

Romeo screamed, it didn't hurt though he could feel the preasure of the knife. He was screaming because he was scared, he had never been so scared in his life. His screams stopped as his mouth was held open but tears ran freely down his cheaks. He was trembling and he tried his best to think of Alfredo, and Bianca and all his friends and being in Milano on the rooftops and not here where horrible people were cutting him open. It didn't really work.

Now that both Romeo and the deer-thing were hooked up to the same machine, it was simply a matter of operating it. A few turns of dials and button presses set it to humming softly, internal fans cooling the machine.

Liquid, red to the point of near-blackness, was drained from the deer and began pumping into Romeo. It bypassed his tongue, at least, as it entered his body.

Only the straps holding Romeo down where controling his shaking, he wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't close them. Even though he wanted to pretend this wasn't happening he still couldn't make himself not watch. All thoughts had stopped, he lay really still apart from the shaking and the tears rolling down his cheaks.

There are a few moments of delay, but the first sign that anything at all is happening are the antlers, veins a delicate lacework about them, that begin to grow out of the top of his head. It's followed by his mouth pushing outward as the bones extend into more of a snout than a human face can really properly accomodate: the bones of his jaw now extend beyond what his skin can cover, although after a few seconds his vocal structure rearranges to accommodate speech with this mouth.

The few moments were enough for Romeo to stop shaking for a moment and then he began to squirm as he felt things pressing up through his head, it didn't hurt but it felt like it should. A moment later he saw his mouth move forward, again it felt strange but not painful. His eyes widened even further in horror and the moment he could he screamed, wordlessly.

The restraints holding Romeo's arms and legs are removed just before both twist, bones snapping and muscles tearing and twisting and ligaments reknitting themselves as they stretch out, bones again jutting out of skin, feet and hands melting into white hooves.

The wordless screams go on and on. Romeo wasn't truly registering what was happening, he heard the bones snap and saw his legs grow, skinless bone. Still no pain, no pain at all and yet Romeo knew it was happening to him, he could see it feel it in a strange way.

After his legs finish growing, the machine sighs as it's turned off and things are quiet. It's just a matter of shifting Romeo around, then, turning him on the table and tucking his legs underneath him as a deer might sit. He still needs to recover from his surgery. They'll return him to the cells tomorrow, but for now they wheel him off to a recovery room in the surgical suite.

Romeo doesn't notice the machine being turned off, he continues screaming. Soon his screams turn back into sobs as he is wheeled away. He cries for a long time, so scared and so alone. Wondering what he had done so bad that they would punish him like this.

"I'm sorry Alfredo," he whispered quietly, "I tried so hard, but I think the bad people won.

I couldn't follow your dreams for you." Tears ran steadily down his face, "The worlds are gone, Bianca probably died, I hope she is with you in heaven... There aren't even any blue skies here..."

A moment passed as his sobbing continued, "What do you do when you can't keep your spirits up..." He couldn't lift his arm, or leg, he didn't even want to think about it. He couldn't keep his spirits up if he didn't even have hands to punch the air with. "What do you do..." He fell silent as sleep finally took him away from the horror.

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