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Shinso was getting tired of waking up with a headache. If he could open his eyes, just once , without a throbbing in his skull, he would be quite chuffed.
And yet here he was, laying on his back. With another fucking headache.
But along with it, his torso was stinging something fierce.
And seeing as that was literally attached to his body, it shouldn’t be too hard to find the source of the pain.
After the banging behind his eyelids had subsided for the most part, and he could open his eyes without them flinching against the harsh, white lighting of the ceiling, he craned his neck to get a look at his own skin.
Bare save for a pair of boxers, his pale skin was held together with thick, black threads. Puckered flesh met flesh like a pair of lips, inflamed and freshly cut. A surgical slice ran from his chest to his abdomen, ending right above his belly button.
His stomach churned.
How long had he been out? Why did they go inside him?
Violated was the only word he could think of that would describe it.
Shinso’s head was still swimming when the doors swished open behind him. Thick heels made a rhythmic tapping on the floor as an almost nurse-like woman approached him.
She flipped through a clipboard while reading his levels to him in words he couldn’t quite understand. She was speaking japanese, he just didn’t know what any of it meant.
Her long fingers clicked in front of his face, drawing his eyes away from the medical cart a few feet away from the edge of the cot to her tight-pressed expression.
She looked like a used tissue.
“Are you listening?”
He could only nod, still gagged. A dry feeling raged through his throat. He was so thirsty. But in his delirious state, Shinso had no idea how to signal this to his ‘nurse’.
“Good. We took a minor tissue sample and some blood, so you should be okay in the next two or three days for some experimentation…” She clicked her pen a few times, and Shinso’s brain barely chewed on that information. Despite it only being a small amount of his body, he felt so disoriented. Violated. Exposed. He wanted his blood back, almost.
“Your bone structure is rather fascinating, as are your vocal chords. Interestingly, yours seem to have developed a callusing not even seen on geriatric singers!”
Shinso pushed himself up into a sitting position, only to promptly lose vision and feel himself falling downward; The last thing he heard was the clacking of a pen falling to the floor and an aborted shout as cold hands met his shoulders.