Stay Alive --Hamilton Apocalypse AU--

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The growling was intense, bordering on headache inducing. The man in the labcoat rubbed his temples, both in frustration and from the constant noise. Both were nervewracking and both made him want to snap his stupid fucking clipboard in half. Why did he even need to monitor this? It was obvious that the only thing sitting in that room was a flesh-eating, brain-lacking, rotten piece of--

"How are the studies going?"

"Fine," he lied. It came out more of a growl and his "boss" glared at him. 

"Try again."

"They're not going well. The subject seems to be getting worse with every passing day and it -- sorry, she -- is showing absolutely no sign of recovery whatsoever." He wanted to keep going, to suggest that they pull the plug, but he remembered what happened last time. Why he had to wear the patch. 

"Keep trying. Try the memory lapses again. They might work after all this."  the boss looked through the glass, obviously forcing himself to see past the grey skin and drooling mouth. She snapped at the reflection, but he didn't even flinch. It was more terrifying that he didn't even flinch. 

"Sir, I'm--"

"I said keep trying," he snapped. Then he stormed off, leaving his colleague to run more pointless tests and risk his life. He was being threatened too harshly to refuse to do the tests. The "scientist" knew what the consequences were for disobeying, and they were definitely worse than when he suggested pulling the plug. He sighed to himself. 

Don't worry, James, he thought, unlocking the door to the test room. He stepped in and stared at his subject again, this time with more sympathy than anything. I won't let them do this to you.