Day 65: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle signaled a new day. Although clouds blocked a good portion of the sun, making the cold morning seem that much colder, the Head Doctor's voice was as cheery as always.

“Rise and shine, everyone!” he greeted, and those listening to him could hear the smile in his voice. "We've got a scrumptious breakfast waiting for you all – french toast! Doesn't that sound delectable? Or maybe that's because I'm really, really hungry right now..."

The Head Doctor gave a self-depreciating laugh. "Anyway, we have a few new patients here with us today, so be sure to give them a nice, warm, Landel's Institute welcome when you see them! Ta-ta for now! Enjoy your breakfast."

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Re: M79

[dividedby]

That's enough? She expected him to calm down and just be okay with this? To sit quietly and take all of Landel's abuse without another word? 'Be a good patient'? Never!

"You knew, didn't you?! You know everything he's up to!" His voice and face, normally so calm and quiet, were expressing a level of rage that was almost unnatural for him. It was more intimidation than an actual attack in his eyes, however; his face hovered merely inches away from the poor nurse's and the grip on her arms was tight, but he had no intention of drawing blood. (At least, not from her. Not from someone who (from what he could see) was unable to fight back.) "And you think you can just keep pretending nothing's wrong?! Tell me the truth!"

No time for any other words-- back-up was quick to arrive, as the sound of two larger people rushing into the room and the feel of hands roughly seizing his shoulders informed him in mere seconds. Luckily, Zero was just as quick to face them and with less hesitation, as these were people who could clearly put up a fight. He released the nurse and turned tightened fists upon the orderlies behind him as hard as he could, not caring where they landed as long as they hit something that belonged to one of Landel's servants.

They wanted to stop him? He'd make sure they'd go through hell first.

Re: M79

[damned_nurses]

Yūdai was babbling now. The nurse didn't know who "he" was or what Yūdai thought he was up to, but it didn't matter; it wasn't her job to deconstruct the patient's paranoid conspiracy theories. Right now, she had to focus on getting him calmed down, by whatever means necessary.

The orderlies bought her the time she needed. As they held off Yūdai's surprisingly vicious attacks, the nurse scrambled to get a needle ready. The men took a few punches, but with their bulk and with the poor angle of attack that Yūdai was restricted to, the hits barely fazed them. They strengthened their grip, taking hold of the patient's arms more securely once they had the opportunity to.

The nurse sighed. "The truth, Yūdai, is that you're still very sick — and worse than we thought," said the nurse with genuine disappointment as she flicked the end of the needle. An orderly held out the young man's bare lower arm for her. With reluctance, she took Yūdai's wrist and plunged the needle in.

Re: M79

[dividedby]

Damnit! He couldn't break free. Zero was honestly trying his best to fight them with his fists, but the two orderlies held on tighter and took every punch that landed. Was that it? Not only was he too weak to stop Landel from taking control of him or one dog from killing another patient, he was also too weak to protect himself against two humans?

As further proof of his uselessness, his arms were quickly seized and held still. Then the nurse muttered something - still insisting he was sick? Did she really believe that? - and she pricked his wrist with a needle, pumping some unknown liquid into his body. What liquid? What was it going to do to him? It wasn't whatever they used to take control of him before, was it?

...It was, wasn't it?

And here he was doing nothing, letting the same thing happen again so easily.

NO!

A short-lived wave of adrenaline hit him as the needle was withdrawn, and Zero retaliated with the only body parts he had free - his legs. He swung one at the nurse who just injected that unknown substance into him, then he kicked backwards, throwing his weight forward at the same time as he (almost desperately) tried to pull himself away from the men holding him secure. "No!" he shouted as he struggled, "I'm not letting you use me again! Let me go! Let me..."

...unh. Dizzy... His aggressiveness died all too quickly as his short, rapid breaths became heavier and slower. What was that medicine? He could feel it affecting every part of his body, slowing him down, and he couldn't...couldn't fight it. Limbs felt heavier, focus was slipping. Augh... No, snap out of it! He had to keep fighting! He couldn't let them make him into their servant again! He had to fight...somehow...

But the substance was too fast, too strong. It wasn't long before his protests became unintelligible mutters, his body went mostly limp, and his mind fell into a state of calm confusion. He couldn't fight it any longer...

He'd lost.