Surgery

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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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[The lungs are neatly removed, their connections trimmed away, leaving her chest cavity looking rather empty, really. The removed organs are placed in a bucket not far from Romana's face, and excess blood is sucked out through a tube into the same bucket while the opened veins are closed.]

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Oh Dio... [The oath slips out as Romana open her arms, feeling the sudden emptiness in her torso. There's emptiness where there should be weight and oh god, her lungs, her fucking lungs. Stifling a scream she tries to concentrate, tries to will her body to move as her veins are closed, her blood sucked away and something inside her snaps]

Monsters! Bastards! I swear it, I kill you all, and it'll be slow, and I won't make it painless!

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[It's a matter of neatening the cavity now--scooping away any leftover bits of veins or arteries or organs, leaving only her heart untouched and still beating ridiculously in spite of everything. Something like transparent paint was slathered on to brushes and painted along the hollow chest cavity to keep it from collapsing in on itself on its own. Last, the skin that could have covered her chest even now was cut from her body and discarded with the rest of her organs.

Two more were quick to stretch her arms out and begin scraping the skin off of her elbows.]

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[There's never been a time she's more wanted to move, the majority of her focus going into willing her arms, her legs, shoulders, fists to move, break free of her bonds. A scream of frustration tears it's way out of her throat, as they paint her insides with some sort of lacquer, Romana breaking down into a sob as they cut her skin free. Her beautiful skin, even with it's scars... it was better than nothing, better than an empty cavity with just her beating heart.

Her face screws up as she resumes struggling mentally, her eyes just catching a glance of what they're doing to her elbows, another sob threatening to come out even as she swallows] Stop! Goddammit, stop, you bastards, haven't you done enough, stop, stop, fuck you, fuck you I swear I will slaughter you.

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[The retrieval units don't stop, not until they've scraped away everything but bone and ligament from her elbows. They bend them manually a few times to test they work and then move to her legs, cutting through the skin on her lower legs with scalpels and cutting it back away to the muscle. It's as if they're turning her into some peculiar anatomical model.]

[tomatatas]

[She can feel the air on her ligaments, the bones, the sensation making her whimper. There's no pain, but there should be, she should be bleeding and screaming, her nerves should be burning in pain till all she can feel is agony. Weakly, she groans, her body slumping on the table. She's terrified of moving, terrified of snapping the weak and unprotected joints of her elbows that she can't even kick her legs as they strip the flesh from her legs, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.]

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[Once the muscles of her legs are exposed, she is shifted--lifted into a sitting position and held there by two units as a third begins stripping away flesh on her back to reveal the spinal cord that stretches down the center of it.]

[tomatatas]

[Her head thrashes weakly as they hold her up, a new whimper falling as she feels the flesh stripped from her back, scalpels nudging the bones of her spine as they work. Eyes blurred with tears she can only stare at her poor legs, her poor arms, unable to even think of looking at her chest]

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[With a few more quick brushes of that laquer-like substance over her now exposed muscles and ligaments and bones, to keep them together and working and so that mere air exposure won't be needlessly painful, she is finally moved from her surgical table to a new bed. This one is wheeled away to a recovery room, and the door locked as they leave her there.]

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[She's silent as they finish up, her eyes staring straight ahead with an unfocused gaze. She doesn't know what to do, not when she can't move, and they've done all this to her. She swallows as they wheel her away, terrified that something worse is about to happen.

Still, when they lock her in her new room, there's no relief. Just the panicked thoughts of a scared nation, who doesn't know what to do, and can't find any rest in her fear.

She's sure that this is what hell is like.]