Experiment 00.1/last known log dates/

Veins

Gene sat down at the surgeon's seat while his father strapped his waist down with something only Gene could describe as a "chair seat belt". "What is this ?" He pointed down with a confused look on his face. "It's just to make sure you don't move out of the way," his father said as he strapped Gene's left wrist down. Gene was just glad it wasn't the bruised one. After a while of Gene watching his father strap parts of his body down and prepare a strange pink substance, he turned to look at him still holding the bottle. "Why don't you look over there at that poster and tell me about your day, okay ?" He said in a strangely empathetic tone of voice Gene had never heard from his father before. "Uh,, okay, daddy" Gene turned to look at the bright pink poster with smiley faces and a big purple quote saying 'keep smiling, it gets better :]'. Besides the bottles of strange liquids, it was the only bright thing in the room. "Okay so at school I went to eat breakfast but they ran out but but Myc already had some food ready for me !!! It was pizza and you don't eat pizza for breakfast but I still thanked hi-OW !!!" his story was interrupted with a poke to his wrist. He looked down to see his father inserting a syringe into the very beginning of his wrist. His once blue veins slowly but surely turned a bright pink. It stung and felt like thousands of tiny fire ants going up his arm. All Gene's father could utter was "interesting,,". Gene winced in pain and tried to struggle but could barely move due to the restraints. "OW ow dad daddy what was that ?? Ow ow dad please it burns stop it STOP !!" Gene yelled and begged. He moved his other arm to scratch up and down his entire arm. It didn't help, it felt like it was just pressing the pain even farther into his veins, but he couldn't help it. He needed the pain to stop the pain in any way possible. All of a sudden his bruised wrist was grabbed once again and set it onto the other armchair. His father started to strap it down just like the other and Gene saw there was another syringe on the side table. Gene struggled but he was after all just a little boy. He couldn't fend off his taller and stronger father. Once his other wrist was strapped down fully his father grabbed the other syringe as Gene yelled. "Nononono please please daddy dad please it hurts it hurts so much" he cried out as he thrashed as best he could. "Please please I promise to be good daddy pleAAAA-" he screamed a painful cry as the syringe plunged into his black and blue wrist. It stung and burned even worse now and it was traveling quickly up his arm. "AAAAAHAAA DAD DAD NO NO STOP IT STOP PLEASE" tears ran down his face like bullets. Through his tear-filled eyes, he could see his father just staring at him, with a blank expression and a notepad on his lap. Gene continued to beg for his life, for the pain to stop, for his dad to do something. But nothing happened and it felt like an eternity of him thrashing and screaming in agonizing pain. Eventually, the pain started to die down and Gene's cries became quiet whimpers and sobs. "I'm sorry,,, I'm sorry,,,, please,, help me, daddy I'm sorry,,,". Genes head hung low and in shame. Then a hand came and grabbed his face. Gene tried to flinch away but it was no use. His face was held up and he had to look up at his father's blank expression turn to a slight shock. "Intriguing,," said his father, he rubbed the bruise on his son's face a little before going to unstrap him of his restraints "You did a good job today, Eugene". Gene sniffed and slowly wiped off his snot and tears "I,,I did ?". Gene's father picked him up off the chair and held him in his arms warmly. Gene was terrified but strangely reassured to be held in such a loving way his father had never done before. He wrapped his arm around his neck and silently cried into his shoulder. "Let's go home" he rubbed Genes back slowly while going to the door "if mommy asks,, tell her you played with your friends at my work". Gene nodded and hugged tightly as if his father would disappear right at that moment if he didn't. they made their way down the hallway and as they crossed one of the ceiling lights Gene looked down at his wrist. His veins showed their natural blue color once again.

Patient 00.1s first experiment log
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