“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”
“Please just kill me.”
Cole chuckled at the pleading, pained tone in Rayan’s voice, almost sadistically so. “Now now, be sensible, would you?” He responded, before crossing one leg over the other as he sliced the wound open further, eliciting a cry as sharp as Cole’s scalpel from Rayan’s throat as blood spilled out, staining Rayan’s baggy white shirt and the testing bench beneath him. “We have an audience.”
Rayan just whimpered, eyes drifting to Helix, who was standing over in the corner. Of course, it made sense that Helix was watching Cole - his son - with a judgemental eye. But it didn’t make him hate this any less. “Tough crowd” He hissed out, resting his head back.
Cole chuckled, before easing - or more, ripping - the cut open, making Rayan cry out again. The whole point of this test was if they could figure out what made Rayan so.. different. They’d tried everything else, and had decided an internal exam might give them the answers they needed.
But Cole just had more questions than anything. Nothing was different, or out of place. Everything looked how it was meant to..
“Impossible..” Cole muttered, leaning forward slightly. No. He couldn’t accept this. His father was watching. He had to turn up with something…
“Is something wrong, Cole?”
“…Ah- no, uh” Cole swallowed nervously. “I think we should take samples, for the lab boys of course.”
“Of course, brilliant idea.”
“What- no, not brilliant, what do you mean samples?!” Rayan yelled, tugging at his cuffs. “What fucking samples?! Where-?!”
Before he could finish the question, a searing pain shot through his nerves as Cole began cutting off a part of the organ tissue from his heart. He screamed, a raw, fearful sound from his throat. Cole made the Survivors seem like a daycare.
Rayan just kept screaming as Cole continued taking tissue samples from here and there. He couldn’t even think. It was just pain. Blinding, searing pain, that made Rayan see red.
This wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t.
Not that STS staff would ever care. Especially not after Gale’s death, and Simon’s leave.
He was in so much pain that he’d barely noticed when it had stopped. It lingered so strongly that he felt like he could just curl up and die, right there. Even as the cut was stitched back up carefully. It hurt, and it hurt bad.
But he knew that, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t die. But it hurt so, so bad.
“Now, we ask again,” Helix spoke, as Cole sorted the samples. “On a scale of one to ten…”
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A/N: oh boy this is. so rushed. idk i’m still getting used to writing whump stuff i can never quite get it right without feeling icky.
anywho!! Rayan belongs to the spectacular @v-3-ll-1-ch-0-r (a.k.a @v-3-ll-1-g-0-r-3 ), and the prompt is courtesy of @rookthebird.
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Hey, did you know eyes are hard?
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I should probably clarify. So, the eyes most people and mammals have are hard or rather sort of elastic on the outside, so much that it can withstand quite a few cuts with a surgical scalpel, what's worse is that if you would want to dissect an eye in it's best condition (i.e. when it's still wet and juicy) you would need a partner to hold it in place by whatever's sticking out from it (optical nerve, muscles), because whatever fluid it's covered in has absolutely no traction and the eye will just slide around your workspace otherwise. Also for some reason if you were to touch the iris, the pigment would just... fall off like if it was just dirt. The pigment, for some reason doesn't stick to where it belongs, so by the end of it all it's gonna look like you dropped the eye on the floor and hastily put it back trying to avoid people noticing. Also the lens isn't fixed either, you can just take it and use it as a gross biological magnifying glass
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