Dream ✖ 017
[Warning: Needles, injections, fun stuff.]
[Dream Effect: Optional, but your character may experience the sensation of having their shoulder injected with a needle and/or the feeling of a needle entering their forearm. After that sensation dies down, they may feel as if a pair of hands are running along their body (along their legs, arms, back and stomach mainly) or that someone is stroking their hair. Although no real emotion will be detected, the hands will feel gentle and almost motherly.]
Frank, clad in nothing but a form-fitting pair of black shorts, finds himself seated on a metal operating table. He looks down at his undergarment, idly attempting to pull the wet spandex legs further down his thighs. The material only stretches about halfway down them, coming up five or so inches above his knee. They're uncomfortable.
Elisa steps into view, holding a needle filled with a clear liquid. The young doctor gives the younger boy a smile and a wink. "Hey there, sleepy. Still waking up?" she says, almost teasingly. Frank is quiet, blank eyes focused ahead of him.
The doctor wastes no time in beginning what she needs to do. She takes the needle and swiftly stabs it into the boy's deltoid muscle, injecting him with a sedative. Frank's body tenses and he lets out a guttural grunt in the back of his throat, eyes wide as his body jerks and attempts to trash away from the medic. It's too late though, the sedative is already beginning to take affect.
"Shh... Shh..." Elisa coos, putting the needle aside before stroking Frank's hair, her hand moving down along his neck and shoulders. The soldier's breathing begins to slow, struggling to keep his half-lidded eyes open. His body begins to sink down on the operating table, the medic's hands guiding him onto his side.
She only has a short time to work before the sedative will wear off. She leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead. "I need three vials of blood today, Null. Will you let me do that?" she asks, stepping away from him to ready her supplies. The teenage boy gives no indication of his comfort level either way, simply laying still. Everything is hazy and blurred, his body feels heavy and he feels no desire to move anywhere.
Elisa ties a tourniquet around his arm, a vein quickly becoming visible. Giving the area a quick wipe with an alcohol swab, she readies a needle and punctures the vein, drawing the blood up into the body of the large syringe. Once it's full, she unties the tourniquet and pulls the needle out.
"There, that wasn't difficult, was it?" she says, combing her fingers through his hair. He groggily blinks, remaining silent. The sedatives are still in effect. She's quick to turn her back to him, leaving him there as she goes to store the blood properly. She'll need to run a few tests on it later, after the soldier has been returned to his culture tank. When she returns, with a bit of effort on her part, the medic rolls Frank onto his stomach. Her hands begin to run along his body; along his back and shoulders, up and down his arms before working down to his legs. She's checking him over for any cuts and bruises that may have formed since his last examination. There's no unusual growths, no scabs and no physical indication of muscle fatigue. Confident with the brief assessment, she rolls him onto his back to do the same to his front; her hands examining his chest and stomach.
"Good boy. It looks like you're doing alright," she says, her fingers moving through his short hair again, nails giving his scalp a gentle scratch.
"Come on now, let's get you into your uniform. Gene has a mission for you."
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[Frank awakens, a hand immediately moving to his shoulder. His fingers idly trace along the area, staring blankly ahead at the wall for a moment before glancing over to his Dreamberry.]
[Dream Effect: Optional, but your character may experience the sensation of having their shoulder injected with a needle and/or the feeling of a needle entering their forearm. After that sensation dies down, they may feel as if a pair of hands are running along their body (along their legs, arms, back and stomach mainly) or that someone is stroking their hair. Although no real emotion will be detected, the hands will feel gentle and almost motherly.]
Frank, clad in nothing but a form-fitting pair of black shorts, finds himself seated on a metal operating table. He looks down at his undergarment, idly attempting to pull the wet spandex legs further down his thighs. The material only stretches about halfway down them, coming up five or so inches above his knee. They're uncomfortable.
Elisa steps into view, holding a needle filled with a clear liquid. The young doctor gives the younger boy a smile and a wink. "Hey there, sleepy. Still waking up?" she says, almost teasingly. Frank is quiet, blank eyes focused ahead of him.
The doctor wastes no time in beginning what she needs to do. She takes the needle and swiftly stabs it into the boy's deltoid muscle, injecting him with a sedative. Frank's body tenses and he lets out a guttural grunt in the back of his throat, eyes wide as his body jerks and attempts to trash away from the medic. It's too late though, the sedative is already beginning to take affect.
"Shh... Shh..." Elisa coos, putting the needle aside before stroking Frank's hair, her hand moving down along his neck and shoulders. The soldier's breathing begins to slow, struggling to keep his half-lidded eyes open. His body begins to sink down on the operating table, the medic's hands guiding him onto his side.
She only has a short time to work before the sedative will wear off. She leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead. "I need three vials of blood today, Null. Will you let me do that?" she asks, stepping away from him to ready her supplies. The teenage boy gives no indication of his comfort level either way, simply laying still. Everything is hazy and blurred, his body feels heavy and he feels no desire to move anywhere.
Elisa ties a tourniquet around his arm, a vein quickly becoming visible. Giving the area a quick wipe with an alcohol swab, she readies a needle and punctures the vein, drawing the blood up into the body of the large syringe. Once it's full, she unties the tourniquet and pulls the needle out.
"There, that wasn't difficult, was it?" she says, combing her fingers through his hair. He groggily blinks, remaining silent. The sedatives are still in effect. She's quick to turn her back to him, leaving him there as she goes to store the blood properly. She'll need to run a few tests on it later, after the soldier has been returned to his culture tank. When she returns, with a bit of effort on her part, the medic rolls Frank onto his stomach. Her hands begin to run along his body; along his back and shoulders, up and down his arms before working down to his legs. She's checking him over for any cuts and bruises that may have formed since his last examination. There's no unusual growths, no scabs and no physical indication of muscle fatigue. Confident with the brief assessment, she rolls him onto his back to do the same to his front; her hands examining his chest and stomach.
"Good boy. It looks like you're doing alright," she says, her fingers moving through his short hair again, nails giving his scalp a gentle scratch.
"Come on now, let's get you into your uniform. Gene has a mission for you."
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[Frank awakens, a hand immediately moving to his shoulder. His fingers idly trace along the area, staring blankly ahead at the wall for a moment before glancing over to his Dreamberry.]