"What have they done to you?"
(Sent by @make-it-missy but since Tumblr doesn't let me send asks from my secondary blog... -_-)
He flinched as he saw her, though his reaction was delayed as the anaesthesia had only just worn off. By now, Campbell had learnt that someone coming in was always bad news.
"Uh- uhm- what?" he croaked, throat dry.
He was still strapped to the table, naked. He was covered in bruises and hastily applied bandages where they'd harvested bone marrow - his upper arms and legs, his pelvis. The syringes as well as the bone drill they'd used were still on a platter next to him.
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