It didn't take long for Ippo to rise out of the sludge of sedation and return to consciousness again. A strange sound, like the puff of air, met his ears first, then the odd tinkling of metal and plastic. His eyes fluttered for a moment, roaming behind the thin layer of his lids before they finally peeled open. It was a struggle to keep them open as he soon found out.
The world was hazy and unusually bright. It moved slowly or perhaps his head simply rolled across the hard table at a snail's pace. Whatever the case, Ippo soon realized that was about the only thing he could move. His arms and legs were either stuck or strapped down. And now it became apparent that he was no longer in his room with his roommate and, funny enough, that thought didn't trigger any fear. It was just a fact; he was not in control of this situation. SO who was?
He found his mouth was dry as he peeled his tongue off the roof of his mouth. After a few smacks and labored swallows, the boxer recovered his soft voice.
And so the subject awoke, and just in time. The doctor's latex gloves gave an audible snap as he finished stretching them over his hands. Turning on his heels, he surveyed the young man with a clinical expression. No traces of fear in his voice, no futile attempts to escape his bindings. Honestly, the doctor had seen it all, but it wasn't often that he bothered to guarantee his patient's cooperation from the beginning. Somehow, it felt a bit like cheating, and yet it wasn't as though he'd drugged him for no reason.
Lifing a syringe from his tray, he ran his sharp gaze over the needle.
"Why, good evening, Mr. Makunouchi," he greeted amicably. No reason to start the night off on a bad note after he'd gone through the trouble of giving the boy some gas. "I trust you're comfortable? We've got a lot in store for you tonight, you see."
"G-Good evening...?" Ippo breathed out habitually. It was drilled so deep in his mind, anesthesia was no barrier to courtesy. Now, his comfort was another matter. At its mention, he finally felt the cold steel under the sterile material lay upon seep into his back and set his bare skin pimpling with goose bumps.
The restrained man could see nothing of the owner of the jovial voice and it took too much effort to lift his head with medical machinery across a portion of his face to change that. The boxer felt that he should be afraid, afraid of the situation and the stranger in the room with him, but no emotion surfaced.
"I could tell you," the doctor said with a cold smile, "but that would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?" There was always a thrill that came from the unexpected, of not knowing what was in store. Not that Mr. Makunouchi could appreciate that right then, but he would soon enough.
"For now, I just need you to relax," he added as he drew closer to where the young man was strapped to the table. "Like you're doing right now. Breathe in, nice and easy." If he became too spooked too soon, then they ran the risk of sabotaging the entire experiment.
Fortunately, he'd already stripped the patient down to his underwear while he was sedated. That saved them both some time, not to mention spared the doctor from having to endure any awkward, drugged small talk while undressing him. "Hold still, now." Without another word, he rubbed a cool alcohol wipe across Ippo's bare, toned shoulder and promptly injected him with the syringe.
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The world was hazy and unusually bright. It moved slowly or perhaps his head simply rolled across the hard table at a snail's pace. Whatever the case, Ippo soon realized that was about the only thing he could move. His arms and legs were either stuck or strapped down. And now it became apparent that he was no longer in his room with his roommate and, funny enough, that thought didn't trigger any fear. It was just a fact; he was not in control of this situation. SO who was?
He found his mouth was dry as he peeled his tongue off the roof of his mouth. After a few smacks and labored swallows, the boxer recovered his soft voice.
"Is anyone... there?"
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Lifing a syringe from his tray, he ran his sharp gaze over the needle.
"Why, good evening, Mr. Makunouchi," he greeted amicably. No reason to start the night off on a bad note after he'd gone through the trouble of giving the boy some gas. "I trust you're comfortable? We've got a lot in store for you tonight, you see."
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The restrained man could see nothing of the owner of the jovial voice and it took too much effort to lift his head with medical machinery across a portion of his face to change that. The boxer felt that he should be afraid, afraid of the situation and the stranger in the room with him, but no emotion surfaced.
That was a good thing, right? Right?!
"Why--W... What're you going to do?"
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"For now, I just need you to relax," he added as he drew closer to where the young man was strapped to the table. "Like you're doing right now. Breathe in, nice and easy." If he became too spooked too soon, then they ran the risk of sabotaging the entire experiment.
Fortunately, he'd already stripped the patient down to his underwear while he was sedated. That saved them both some time, not to mention spared the doctor from having to endure any awkward, drugged small talk while undressing him. "Hold still, now." Without another word, he rubbed a cool alcohol wipe across Ippo's bare, toned shoulder and promptly injected him with the syringe.
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