The Milk Farm

Bare

It was 6:30am and Liz' heart was already racing as she zipped through the endless halls of the facility. She clutched to dozens of clipboards and one brand new manila folder with Ville's name clearly printed on it. Liz rushed herself depositing the clip boards in the plastic cubbies by the corresponding doors. She hurried turning the corner on "C" hall thinking of ways to break the news to Ville when she eventually got to his room. How would he react? Would he be okay? The nurse nibbled on her lower lip stopping in front of room C-17 and frowned at the clipboard. She read the bold letters to herself and sighed. #79BEAC Blue eyed offspring: unsuccessful Attempt No: 300 Terminations due to failure: 300 Extraction No. 313. Liz took a few seconds to stare at paper on the clipboard when she heard a pair of heavy feet shuffling to her left. She turned her head and was instantly disgusted by what she saw. Till held Cillian in his arms, and was coming her way. He was unconscious,bruised, dirty, and completely nude.

Liz glared at the sight with a look of disgust becoming more etched on her face the closer Till got. The orderly and the nurse exchanged stares quietly creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in front of door C-17. Cillian quietly whimpered in his sleep causing the nurse to give him a pitying stare "it hurts...please...no.." She flickered her stare back at Till who was still quietly clutching on to Cillian's nude and abused body. "You're sick." She snarled hugging Ville's manilla folder close as if she could somehow protect Ville from the same fate. The orderly blinked feeling his heart sink a little. "It vans't me. I didn't hurt him." Liz scurried away leaving the disheartening scene an a innocent Till behind her.

Liz kept squeezing the folder feeling overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions, until she stood quietly outside of door A-23. She knew she had to tell VIlle, he was going to find out eventually. She just hoped that he wouldn't try to run away or react in a way that would always have him going through the P.E.S.A procedure. Or worse, the milking room. She touched her forehead to the door when suddenly she heard the strumming of a guitar and a melodic baritone voice accompany the strumming with a gentle melody. Liz prepared herself emotionally, she was about to ruin Ville's good mood with the news she had for him. She sighed and let herself in catching Ville mid song, when he glanced up from his bed and twinkled his green eyes at her. He sat there relaxed, cross legged and with a gentle smile.

The nurse waited for him to stop singing and stood there for a few seconds, admiring the way his thin arm lazily hung over the wooden body of the guitar. The instrument looked almost too big for him, but he played it with the grace and expertise only a seasoned musician could possess. "I'm glad Dr. Xanders allowed you to have an instrument, maybe next week she can get you that paint and some paper." Ville smiled up at her and sat his guitar down on the bed, almost forgetting he was being held in a facility against his will. "Yeah, music always helps, it's like my security blanket." Ville looked at the guitar next to him and softly ran his hand across it's glossy body. Then glanced up at Liz uncrossing his legs ready to get up. "Sperm sample time, darling? The nurse held one hand up, signaling him to stop and stay seated, then realized Ville's smile started to fade. "You might want to sit down for this. I have good news and bad news" The rock star gave her a worried stare and stayed seated on the bed preparing himself to hear something terrible based on Liz' tone and grave stare. Liz clutched the folder and allowed the tension in the room to unfortunately build up before speaking again. "The good news is that in spite of your poor life choices like drinking, and smoking; you actually have a healthy sperm count. So Dr.Xanders won't need to give you extra supplements for that."

Ville crossed and squeezed his thin legs together and felt himself blush. "The bad news is that...you have a mutation, and Dr. Xanders wants to extract sperm twice a week now." Ville snapped his head up and gave her a distressed look. His lower lip trembled with fear. "She's... she's going to keep me here longer...isn't she?" Liz stared at him with dread and quietly nodded, remembering how broken Cillian looked earlier. Deep down she knew that in the near future she would be seeing Ville go through the same thing, and it filled her with an intense fear she hadn't ever felt before. "What...what is the mutation? Does it say it in there?" Ville murmured darting his petrified glance from Liz to the manila folder she was clutching. The nurse shook her head and hesitated before handing him over the folder with a trembling hand.