Oliver ThredSon X OC

Part 2

Out of the straight jacket and onto the operating table, a step down to say the least.  It wasn't uncommon for Daniel to fall asleep somewhere and wake up in another when he awoke, but that didn't mean it didn't terrify him every time. lights hit him like he hadn't seen something this bright in months, it stung his eyes and blinded him for a few moments before he could finally seen something clearly. The sounds of clanking tools of steel rang throughout the room, the sounds seemed ominous and signaling of something terrible; in Daniels situation this was probably the case. A familiar but unwanted face gazed over him, that of Dr.Arden, the physician of this establishment. And a rather horrifying one at that. The small sounds of deep desiring breath were muffled by his mask, his gaze lurking over the boys torso, already tearing it apart with his eyes. The boy let out a faint whine of discomfort, his face clearly irritated by both the blinding lights and restricted movement, now apparent in his struggle "d-dr. Arden... P-please I didn't do anything wrong..." He pleaded with a reluctant undertone, displeased with sycophantic role he had put himself in. The elder mans face crinkled with disprovable "my, my, already pleading for mercy?" He chuckled softly, it sending chills down the boys spine "b-but I didn't do anything! I-I'll be better...just for you Arden!" He stammered in response. He  always seem to sway the doctors mind if he kissed up enough. Maybe this time he could leave unmarked? Probably not. That's never the way it worked.
    The doctor returned the males attempt at flattery with another displeased crinkle of the brow "your sick...your a sick boy with a sickened mind. One in need of cleansing. Purification in fact." His gloved hand moved gracefully with the scalpel, like it was attached to him, like it was an extension of his hand. He lifted the tool and slipped it across the curve in the boys cheek earning a whine of pain and a muffled cry. Daniel squirmed on the table his nails digging Into the skin of his palm "Arden-" before his thought could be completed the sting of a slap stopped his words, the contact opening the wound of his cheek further. An eerie intensity could be felt through the room, thickening like soup "you address me as Doctor... I'd think after all this time I'd have you molded into a respectful person. Looks like my work as led to nothing. You're still the pathetic excuse of a human you were when you first entered this facility. What a shame really..." The elder male said with an angered tone upset by the fact he wasn't addressed professionally. Although a slight regret hit him like needles pricking his spine, despite his cold exterior he couldn't deny he had a soft spot for the boy.
   Daniel lay, silenced by the sudden hit to his face, his eyes dulling in submission, he had lost the fight in him long ago. It had crumbled bit by bit and turned to ash as quick as it seemed to come. He felt like a hollow shell now...a person without the feeling of life. Cold, dead, and blackened by the world around it. Dr. Arden could sense that...he could sense that lifeless interior...and it sickened him. Dr. Arden's expression was that of disappointment, mixed with regret, and coupled with an unsympathetic grin. Through his years at the facility the doctor had learned to quite literally block out most feeling of remorse that anyone with a sense of morality would come to feel for there patients.
   The doctors thoughts gathered, formulating the correct procedure he could use to open up his subject when a sudden noise interrupted his process. A loud pounding was coming from the door most adjacent to them; irritated and most displeased Dr. Arden dropping his tools onto the surgical table, the motion creating a series of metal clangs. He moved to the door, as the pounding continued his mouth making various grumbles and cursing beneath its breath. Daniel still lay, strapped to the table, the straps creaking as his weak arms tried desperately to escape them although his movement only caused him more pain. All he could manager to collect from dr. Arden's voice to the unseen person at the door was that 'he was needed.' A very random set of words in all retrospect, they meant nothing to him without context. Although the boy hoped and prayed HE was the one needed. He wanted so greatly to escape the bonds of the operating table, he didn't even care what for. But most importantly he longed to escape the presence of Dr.Arden.
   There only only seemed a few seconds of conversation between dr. Arden and the stranger at the door before there chat came to a close. The only Sound was the steps of the Doctors shoes against the slick tile, a sound Daniel had heard more than enough times he would care to admit. Soon enough however he heard rummaging, and came to see the face of Doctor dr. Arden once more gazing down at him from the bright light. Daniel shuttered as he felt a cotton like sensation to his cheek, a feeling so gentle, something he hadn't experienced since he had been admitted "looks like there taking you from my care as of now... You'll be back though I can assure you and I'll finish what I started." The elder male grumbled. Daniel had only now realized the doctor had bandaged his cheek something he had never done...which was quite odd. At least Daniel was being taken somewhere other than here, although the thought still lead the anxiety to swell within his chest.
   Within moments nurses had come to assist in Daniels transfer, although it wasn't needed it was a precaution of the ward, after all if the boy had any strength left he would have tried to run. The nurses unhinged Daniels bonds and pulled him from the Table, the boy Barely able to stand they dragged him to the door. The nurses always had the same expression, a blank dullness, a cold stare, almost too fixed on there duty. They linked arms tightly with the boy before dragging him to his destination which was still unknown to Daniel. Through the hallways they pushed him, the boy eyes glazing over the other patients as they marched past them, all of them looked gone...no mental stability or intelligent thinking could be found in there faces. Only deep set pain and misery. Some with families, some without. Some old, and some not. Everyone had there own insanity to bear. With fear in his heart Daniel was forced to continue, unaware of his destination. He anticipated only bad things to come.