The first thing Usagi realized that this was not her bed. It was very cold, especially where her legs, butt, and shoulders were pressed to the hard, unforgiving steel. Her body wasn't wrapped in blankets as it ought to be, nor was she covered in anything at all. There were several heavy plastic straps holding her firm against the metal slab, however, and this was important because she was upside down and would have fallen off otherwise.
Naturally, she screamed bloody murder.
"Whoa, hold everything!"
A 20-something man in a lab coat stepped into her field of vision. Perhaps he'd been behind the metal slab? He had something in his hands that looked a little like a drill and a little like a waffle iron.
She took a deep breath and screamed again.
"Okay, seriously, knock that off! There's nobody around to hear it. Except me, and I like my eardrums. You're not even supposed to be awake, you know?"
"Who are you?! Where am I?"
The man scratched his chin. "I guess I can tell you that. My name is James Jameson Uranus McNutt, but you may call me Jim. And this... is my lab."
It was the perfect time to panic. Usagi screamed again, louder and more desperately. Jim reached out his hand, which Usagi now noticed was covered by a thick rubber glove, and calmly twisted her nipple.
This time, she screamed in pain.
"I can do that again if you insist on making noise. I don't really have time to sedate you right now. Not if I'm going to..."
Thu Jan 22 07:58:54 2015