Surgery

[animusnpcs]

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.

Comments

[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.]

[animusnpcs]

[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]

[animusnpcs]

[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.]

[tomatatas]

[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.]