The Fire of First Blood
"It can't be worse than the
surgery was", I laugh nervously. "Almost died on the table."
The doctor stared at me. Peeked over the rim of those far-too-small glasses he wore. I couldn't read his expression through his mask, but I'm sure it was something near to 'disdain'.
"Everyone almost dies on the table." He said, finally. Almost dismissively.
The doctor moved around the table, outside of my field of view. He was blocked by this massive metal contraption the had around me -- hooked into me. It had to be two... three times the size of me? It consisted of a large metal arm that could rotate around the table I lay on, and at the end of the arm, a huge tank of
Ichor was attached.
I had made a joke when I first entered the room about how much money that tank must be worth, and the doc had just responded with a curt, simple, "more than your life". So much for humour to ease the tension. I just wanted to get this over with -- the sooner I got my Ichor, the sooner I could get out of this damn town. I'd never have to see this horrid place ever again, I could put all my painful memories behind me and move on.
Once I was a full fledged Catalurgist, I could become anyone I wanted. I could be powerful.
I could be
great.
A few minutes later, the doc stopped rummaging around behind the machine.
A moment of silence, then the unmistakable "click, click" of a gun.
"Wh... what was that?" I asked, hoping I had simply misheard.
The doctor came back around and I watched him hide something in his pocket.
"Nothing to worry about. Sometimes the 'First Blood' doesn't go...
perfectly," he shrugged as he said this. "And this is just a little bit of insurance to stop it before things get out of hand." He pat his coat pocket carefully. I'm sure there was a sick smile behind that damn mask.
I was starting to
really wish this table didn't have restraints on it. Everything about this had sucked, from the moment I stepped into this horrid room. Worst was when they attached that awful spider-like contraption to my abdomen, and ran a tube from it to the tank-arm of this big stupid machine. Of course, it wasn't
supposed to hurt, but
He'an help me it
hurt.
"Alright. I'm beginning the procedure." He reached up to the end of the machine's large metal arm, and flipped a tiny switch.
"W-- wait, already?" Panic began to set in as vibrant thick blue liquid began to cascade out of the machine. I watched it coat the edges of the tube as it raced down, and then up, and then finally down again into the damn contraption stabbing into where my kidney once was.
The sensations began almost immediately.
Fire.
My side was on fire. It had to be.
I pulled against the restraints, trying to get a view of where surely my skin was melting away.
"I told you, it's going to burn. This is normal. Calm yourself." The doctor said, one hand in his pocket.
I grit my teeth and let out a low moan of pain. "This is more than a
slight burn, doc."
The pain was almost unbearable, but it was thankfully short lived, as the fire on my skin began to subside a few moments later -- far sooner than I expected. But the departure of one pain brought about the arrival of all an all new torturous sensation, because rather than simply subsiding, the fire had moved inward.
I felt it in my joints as I pulled against the restraints. It burned in my muscles as they flexed and cramped. I felt as if my bones might turn to ash from the internal heat I was surely experiencing. It was agony.
I stared daggers at that blasted doctor.
His hand shifted in his pocket.
I turned my gaze upwards and let out a hiss as I grit my teeth.
My entire body went rigid, drenched in sweat -- I was surely about to combust. I sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly as I groaned. The heat seemed to go as I exhaled.
I sank back into my restraints, exhausted.
The whole ordeal was likely less than a minute long, but I felt as if I had just gone 12 rounds with a champion fighter. My muscles ached. My joints were sore. I felt uncomfortable... restless. Like if I stopped moving, the fire might come back.
But under it all, I felt
powerful. Like I could do anything. Like I could make things. Make something of myself.
The doctor put one hand on my arm, and one on my head. "Slightly warmer than most, but overall, within expected bounds."
I wanted to punch him. Stupid restraints.
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