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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[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