Any thought Gren had of the evening passing uneventfully vanished the moment two orderlies appeared to flank his nurse as they headed back down the hall towards his room. Something to do with that 'extra help' being promised by the head doctor, no doubt. Something Gren wanted absolutely nothing to do with.
He'd been victim to enough unwilling experimentation by now to know how this would probably go down, and to know that he absolutely wanted no part in it. How he was going to avoid it was a trickier question. He didn't think he could get to his weapon in time, and even if he could... He wasn't sure if he was desperate enough to use it against people who might not know what they were a part of, here.
Which meant the most he could do was try and run for it. It was a stupid plan--he'd have to keep going and try to get out of the institute itself if he was really going to avoid this, and that was unlikely--but he didn't see another option. So when they reached his room, he set down his tray, smiled at the nurse, and then ran for it, using the element of surprise to slip past the orderlies and back into the hall.
He made it almost to the next hall before they caught up to him. Someone grabbed his arm, and then he was shoved hard into the wall, the back of his head hitting the wall painfully before he was dragged off again, back to his room, where the nurse was waiting with an oddly disappointed look on her face, as if she really cared what happened to him.
"Mr. Koval, this is for your own good. You're already injured. You wouldn't want to be sick as well."
He didn't bother with an answer. As good as it might have felt to rant about it, explain that he was only injured because the lunatic who ran this place had turned one of his friends into a monster, he knew how little it would accomplish. So he simply stared daggers at her while the orderlies yanked hard enough on his arms to make his shoulders ache and she pulled out her syringe.
Despite himself, he flinched away, feeling suddenly sick to his stomach wondering what they'd do to him this time. But he couldn't escape, and then all the drama was over. She put the syringe away again, and left the room, the orderlies in tow, telling him to enjoy his dinner.
When the door closed, he slumped into his chair, resting his head on the desktop.
M16
He'd been victim to enough unwilling experimentation by now to know how this would probably go down, and to know that he absolutely wanted no part in it. How he was going to avoid it was a trickier question. He didn't think he could get to his weapon in time, and even if he could... He wasn't sure if he was desperate enough to use it against people who might not know what they were a part of, here.
Which meant the most he could do was try and run for it. It was a stupid plan--he'd have to keep going and try to get out of the institute itself if he was really going to avoid this, and that was unlikely--but he didn't see another option. So when they reached his room, he set down his tray, smiled at the nurse, and then ran for it, using the element of surprise to slip past the orderlies and back into the hall.
He made it almost to the next hall before they caught up to him. Someone grabbed his arm, and then he was shoved hard into the wall, the back of his head hitting the wall painfully before he was dragged off again, back to his room, where the nurse was waiting with an oddly disappointed look on her face, as if she really cared what happened to him.
"Mr. Koval, this is for your own good. You're already injured. You wouldn't want to be sick as well."
He didn't bother with an answer. As good as it might have felt to rant about it, explain that he was only injured because the lunatic who ran this place had turned one of his friends into a monster, he knew how little it would accomplish. So he simply stared daggers at her while the orderlies yanked hard enough on his arms to make his shoulders ache and she pulled out her syringe.
Despite himself, he flinched away, feeling suddenly sick to his stomach wondering what they'd do to him this time. But he couldn't escape, and then all the drama was over. She put the syringe away again, and left the room, the orderlies in tow, telling him to enjoy his dinner.
When the door closed, he slumped into his chair, resting his head on the desktop.