Day 58: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

Dawn broke with the hustle and bustle of staff, uniformed men and women moving to and fro to wake patients from their slumber. Those who managed to slip through their watchful eyes and gain an extra minute or two of shuteye were soon rudely awakened by a rather enthusiastic man with a Western accent

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[princeofthemoon]

Hundreds of years of training and putting that training into practice did that for you. The unfortunate part was that you also became rather set in your ways after so long, and Sesshoumaru wasn't really used to anyone even being fast enough to touch him, let alone grab him, or strong enough to hold him if they did.

He missed Toukijin badly.

Sesshoumaru guessed her intended plan fairly early, it just took him a few moments more to realize that he actually needed to concern himself with it, by which time she had her hands on him. For the first time in some months, Sesshoumaru found himself cursing his brother for cutting off his arm as he had - normally he ignored it, or worked around it. Normally he was powerful enough for a missing arm to hardly matter. Now, it seemed, things were slightly different. Sesshoumaru snarled and twisted himself in an attempt to pull free before she really found her grip, or if she had his arm than at least twist so that she was at a more convenient angle to him, so he could tear her throat out with his teeth.

Another thing his father had taught him. Not the most elegant of deaths or kills, but dead was dead, and at the moment that was all that mattered.

[damned_soldiers]

The soldier nodded at her partners as she worked to get her grip secure. She was fairly certain she had him, but it never hurt to be sure. Too many casualties happened due to carelessness and cockiness. She forced the arm further up toward Tsukinoou's neck, trying to put painful pressure on his shoulder joint to keep him distracted in the meantime.

One of the other soldiers entered and rushed forward, making for Tsukinoou's armless side. He reached out to grab the shoulder on that side in a strong grip, aiming to help force the man to the ground, where the first soldier's hold would have more of an advantage.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru snarled again at that, twisting his hand to try to dig his claws into the hand of the woman who was twisting his arm, shortly before he was forced partway down, onto one knee - he'd managed to shift enough to prevent being forced down completely.

It hurt, yes, but his pain tolerance was remarkably high - he'd long trained to show nothing, react to nothing. An enemy who was powerful enough to wound him would be powerful enough to see or smell or hear his reaction to it, and press that as an advantage. It was almost humiliating that he was being forced to use this training against humans, but at least this was not something that could be taken from him.

Were he himself, these pathetic beings would not so much be able to touch him without losing their lives. They would not be able to contemplate such action before he had killed them.

Sesshoumaru growled, a deep sound, and coiled his muscles in an attempt to force himself back up. He wanted these people to pay in blood for their impudence, their presumption.

[damned_soldiers]

No give for the white-haired man, unfortunately. Two soldiers were more than enough to hold one unarmed patient once down and restrained. "You're already on report, Tsukinoou," the first soldier warned, tightening her grip and continuing to maintain pressure to show that she and her partner were not going to let up until they got some cooperation. "No food, no sitting or leaning - for twenty-four hours. We can keep it at that or we can restrain you further. Choice is yours."

[princeofthemoon]

A few drops of blood were on his fingers, trickling from his claws, the one cut he'd been able to make in this pathetic affair thus far. It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. Sesshoumaru snarled, a deep almost feral sound, and twisted, trying to free himself, dropping further as he did so.

It wasn't so much that he wasn't used to this body as he wasn't used to it reacting this way. But give him time to accustom himself to it and he'd come back and rip all of their throats out.

[damned_soldiers]

It seemed that Tsukinoou wasn't up to making any choices right now. He was operating on pure anger, not logic. The soldiers shared a slightly frustrated look. They had been hoping it wouldn't have to come to this.

The first soldier nodded to the one still in the door, who signaled down the hall. A few moments later, one of the rare remaining nurses entered the room. If the soldiers had been relatively calm, that was nothing. The woman who entered now seemed to be calmness defined, no fear to be seen as she approached the struggling patient. It was eerie to look at, in the sense that she looked by every definition good, pure, and cool under pressure, as a nurse ought to. And yet there was something about her that wasn't quite right, all the same.

Maybe it was the efficiency with which she withdrew a needle from her uniform and prepared it for a nicely heavy dosage of sedative. Maybe it was the ease with which she leaned in toward the murderous patient. Or maybe it was just something about her eyes. Either way, she was unsettling, especially as she brandished the needle and injected its contents directly into a vein on Tsukinoou's neck.

The soldiers held fast, waiting for the sedative to kick in.

[princeofthemoon]

Sesshoumaru snarled again when this new person came in and turned his head, teeth bared. He would kill all of them, for daring to-

As the nurse drew near, one of the soldiers took a fistful of his heavy silk hair and pulled his head to the side, preventing Sesshoumaru turning and snapping at the nurse. He fought against the hold, growling at these pathetic humans (if they were pathetic than what did that make him? The thought made him even angrier). Unperturbed, the soldier holding his head down took a firmer grip, and Sesshoumaru spent a few moments fantasizing about skinning all those in the room while they were still alive, of injecting his claws and dribbling poison into their intestines that would burn them from the inside out, of shattering bone and tearing apart muscle.

There was a sharp prick as the needle slid into his neck, a miniscule pain unworthy of notice; if Sesshoumaru weren't already so angry, he might have laughed. Then the hand holding his hair and his head loosened, and Sesshoumaru once again tried to toss off his attackers.

He snarled, pulling at the hands, pushing up with his legs in such a sudden burst that he almost managed to stand before being forced back down again.

......until
.........his limbs
..................grew heavy
.........................and his thoughts
...............................began
.......................................to
...............................................cloud