SPACE TOY - A Planet 51 FanFic

Chapter 2: Cold sterile room

TW: mentioning of needles and medical abuse
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The room is uncomfortably bright and cold, my head hurts from the stone that fell on me.
I feel like my own head is a carousel, nonstop turning and dancing in a loop.
I blink my eyes open, unable to move, and in completely different clothings that are a hell of a sensory nightmare. I can't stop wishing to be able to scratch. But...
Leather belts have secured my head, neck, waist, arms and legs. On my left arm an IV drip was inserted into my arm, hanging from the bed, not supplying me with fluid, so I die just as quick right before their tests... They must've given me something through this tube. I glance at the needle that was under my skin, shivers run down my spine at the barbarous sight. How thick can a needle be?

"General, it's awake." A smaller alien gasps.
The old and tall alien towers over me, looking right into my reddened eyes. Whatever they gave me, it had numbed my actual self, replaced by what's known as the 'drunken self'. "You look funny..." I giggle. He grumbles, as I look at his antennas, he puts a firm hand onto the bed, next to my arm. "You smell with those antennas on your head, eh?" I point at his antennas. But I don't receive any answer, though it seems that he's slightly amused by it.

"The tranquilizer we gave you kept you longer away than I would've thought..." he grumbled, looking at the belts which are holding me down, while the smaller alien with the monocle continued touching my face, lifting up my hair. "I'm so exited to study its head!"
The tall guy suddenly looks at him, with disturbed and dark eyes. "We are not going to remove its brain." He boldly stated. "But Sir, we-"
"I said, we are NOT going to REMOVE ITS HEAD!" He screamed in a low tone. "Get the testing equipment. Now."
The smaller guys and a few idiotic looking professors had put their fingers from me. Leaving me and the old and tall alien behind.

"You have no nose..." 

The tall guy isn't amused by my comment this time, looking just as perplexed and annoyed at my appearance as I did. 

I try to free myself, but I remember that i simply can't, because of the leather belts holding me on this hospital bed, thus my muscles feel numb and stiff. It was a miracle that I could swallow or hold my pee...

"Can you free me?"
He huffs, laughing into himself, shaking his head, his hands behind his back. 

"I won't do anything." I sigh, assuring I won't do any trouble.
He smirks, saying: "Why should I trust YOU?"

I just shrug. 

"Oh you are one of the bold humans... hm?" His brows furrow, his voice in a mocking tone. But he trusts me, first releasing my head, neck, then my waist and lastly my arms.
I sit up, my back and head hurt, and i look around.
It's a sterile, cold and empty room, with me and the bed at the wall. In the corner, there's a sofa, where next to is a table with all the labor necessities. There's a blood sample, probably from me.
I quickly turn around my head, to see just a blank wall with a mirror, where probably a room is hidden behind. I see myself and this tall alien in the "mirror", I'm also finally able to see what I'm actually wearing and... how the old alien is watching me. He moves his eyes to watch me with the mirror, until i turn around my head, i lock eye contact with him, leaning a bit down to me. I notice that he has the same eye color than me, reflecting surprise and something I can't really tell...

"Who are you?" I ask him straight up. He just smiles, going back to a more confident and steady posture. "You're in my base." He smirks, walking around the bed. "Your base? Damn you must be rich..."

His face quickly recovers from the wash of annoyance, as he says with a calm voice, bending down over me again, directly looking into my eyes: "Rich? I do not think this has anything to do with how I rule this base. I am the General of this planet." He smirks.

But I'm not even amused in the slightest, but honored to be alone in a room with a high ranking officer. "For details, You're in the recovery room, because you're an alien and all alien go through some tests first, but we almost lost you on the table..." He swallowed. But it didn't scratch me even on the surface the slightest. I was more focused on getting along with my dizziness...
"Well I couldn't care less..." I mumble.
"You should care! I mean we are going to continue taking samples of you."
"But if I don't have a choice, then I also couldn't care." I said, shrugging.
I really had no way out, the aliens locked the door and this General had his belt full of weapons, plus i still had this IV under the skin.
"You are... bold." He grumbled, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
"Normally the humans we catch freak out and before we could even do a blood test, pass out from fear. And you sit there like that...?"

The General is caught off guard as I smirk at his confusion, watch his head tilt. "Also I'm kinda hungry, you guys have something to eat?"
He huffs at me as I ask him for food. "Right now the supplies are at capacity, preserved meals and all of them meat. You know, we are omnivores and meat is the best to preserve..."
"Damn I guess I'll starve, I'm vegan."

The Generals face turns dark. "Yes of course... The alien is a damn vegan! Are you a hippie or something? Why don't you eat normal things like normal people do?"
Of course he didn't understood the concept of my diet. Yes, perhaps I was now stuck on a planet that's still in the 50s, while planet earth was in 2010.
"I'm definitely not going to give you any special food, you'll have to adjust yourself to our diet, not some hippie alien diet that consists only of plants." He growled. But he could offer some water, faucet water.

Later on, the door opens again and soldiers push a small cart with metal and other testing equipment into the room. I just look at it, see a lot of cotton swabs. The General just like I watch his soldiers and the small alien.
"Professor Kipple, be careful in the tests with this tiny vulnerable hippie." The tall man said with a sarcastic grin, wanting eye contact with me. His people looked at him with an odd expression. 

"Just do what I say..." he facepalmed.

The smaller alien just nodded and hustled to me, putting on some black gloves, that definitely were sanitized...
While the smaller aliens had struggles with me getting my blood drawn, this General kept watching, his hand behind his back. I could sense his frustration. He came closer again.
"You guys are damn useless." He gestures at them, shooing them away.
He ripped the needle out of one the alien's hands, pulled on my arm, throwing me slightly back, and proceeded to just slam the needle into my arm. "Ow..."
"Shut up." He growled.
The way he just pushed the needle into my vein was painful. Do I have to fear an infection now because he doesn't have clean hands... or clean equipment.... Probably yes.
He takes a lot of blood samples, with equipment that I could only find in horror movies. Made out of steel and glass, the needle definitely half a millimeter thick. And the paint on the glass almost completely crumbled away... I shouldn't but I had to watch him how the blood violently flows into the ampule.

"Sir General, we don't need that much blood..."
One of the green goobers became concerned as they watch him take a glass ampule after another...
After the 7th, he rips the needle out of my arm and lets the blood flow down my arm, taking the ampules on the tray and holds them infront of their face. "Here you go..."
Reluctantly, they take the tray and walk outside. After a few minutes of inspecting my body and hairy legs, this General gives me cold glares as he then also leaves the room, my arm leaving covered in blood. What a nice guy...