I'd say we've been here for four five years. My memory isn't the best, screaming in a room as your insides melt could be a factor to that. Or as they cut open your body to see the results poison has made inside your body.
"When you extract the blood aim for the main vein Patrick."
I didn't expect a sting, sharp pain shot through my arm. Because I knew he'd miss it.
Dr. Harvey sighs loudly adverting his attention to his students, he hands the syringe to one of his elite students, "You mix Metide eith thyrimine it results in a quick death. You mix extrodite, metide, and a drop of snake venom...what would it result?"
A slow agonizing death as your insides melt, taking the poison a few hours to set.
"death within a few hours."
Merida I can her her pen scribbling down.
"Correct correct, you've all made it this far. You're all my elite students. More than I thought would have passed. We have learned of the human body, what of the hybrids?" Dr. Harvey draws my blood out, "nothing...we know nothing! We will learn, as they refuse to donate their bodies to science! They see themselves better than us because they're half scales or fur."
My skin is pricked then I fall into darkness.
I'm awakened by metal trays clashing, I lift my head to see Patrick gripping onto a bottle tightly. Patrick's face was beet red his hands covered in blood. The table I'm onto creeks as I fully sit up.
His eyes dart towards me, immediately he holds his hands out. "Please I didn't mean to wake you."
I didn't realize until now my wrists and ankles weren't bound to the table.
"Please....it's okay. I won't hurt you."
What could I do? Nothing. I didn't know what was outside these mold covered rock walls. So willingly I lay down softly, spreading my arms and legs waiting to be bound.
Patrick lets out a nervous laugh, softly he clamps down my limbs. "Good girl. You're a good girl." He taps my forehead with the tips of his fingers. "Dr. Harvey accidentally spilled Fluricide samples onto open wounds."
Knowing their relationship I'd say he purposely threw glass at his son for a idiotic question he asked.
I could hear Patrick shuffling through everything in a hurry, flipping through his notebook impatiently.
He doesn't know the antidote.
"Rose water, salt, poison ivy, two drops of caster oil."
He stops what he's doing slowly approaching me. "What did you say?"
I'd never answer anything other than the symptoms when I was being poisoned. To him my knowledge of herbs and poison is nonexistent.
Patrick turns his back quickly, I could hear him mumbling what I had just said over and over. After an hour or so he calms down and I'm guessing sees his fever go down. Eyeing my closely he whispers a few things then sends me into a deep sleep.
I'm awakened by rustling, the boy closed his door behind him as he headed to the living room. My breathing was hot while my skin was sticky with sweat, with my limbs aching I head to shower.
My hair is long now, it reaches the top of my tush with thick stands of wavy hair. My eyebrows a little bushy, high cheek bones and dry plump lips. I wouldn't know if I was beautiful or not, I'd have no woman to compare myself with. I come out to see the boy is laying on the couch quietly I hover over him.
I guess the boy isn't a boy anymore. He wasn't as frail and scrawny, just lean and pale. His hair a lighter brown than before, obviously he didn't look as innocent as he used to. I'd wonder what he'd see outside, how the trees swayed. How many people he's killed...
I pull his arm brining his hand onto my cheek. I let it fall limp before I crawl into the space between him and the couch. I lay staring at the clouds above us before my eyes flutter closed, before I go to another deep sleep I feel myself be held tightly.
