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My blood ran cold at his words.
I wanted to ask more, to understand what exactly they were doing to him, but I held my tongue.
Instead, I focused on his injuries.
The wounds were a grim sight, but they were also a challenge.
A challenge I was more than willing to take.
The medicine they had provided was unfamiliar, but not impossible to decipher.
He explained some of the tools and medications, his voice low and gravelly, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath when pain flared.
Working with my hands was familiar and comforting.
Each stitch I made was an affirmation, a promise that I was still Ellie, a nurse, a healer.
As I cleaned and stitched his wounds, I found myself lost in the rhythm of the task.
The sound of my own steady breathing and the soft whir of the medical equipment was a soothing soundtrack.
His eyes never left me, watching with a silent curiosity as I worked.
I felt the weight of his gaze on me, a gentle pressure that warmed me more than it should have.
“Why do they experiment on you?” I asked, unable to help my curiosity.
His eyes flickered, something dark and haunted flashing in their depths before he closed them, shutting me out.
Then he surprised me with a response:
“They always wish to explain what they do not know.”
It was only a half-answer but it was more than I expected.
His body relaxing under my touch as sleep claimed him.
His silence was more of an answer than his words had been.
Whatever they were doing to him, it was more than he was willing — or able — to share.
4
CEARA
The grating of the metal chair against my battered body grew more painful with each passing second.
The world spun around me as the machine whirred to life.
Each rotation was a jolt to my senses, a test to my willpower.
The smell of heated metal and ozone filled the room, overwhelming my already spinning senses.
I gritted my teeth, sweat pooling at the base of my neck.
The nauseating taste of the truth serum still lingered at the back of my throat, threatening to rise.
My heart pounded in my chest, a staccato rhythm against the swirling room.
