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Devon walked into the experimentation room and made sure that both John and Apsalar were strapped down to the table and stipped of all clothing. He walked over to the counter and pulled out a pair of white medical examination gloves. Devon pulled the gloves on and then picked up a couple clipboards. He then walked over to the two chimerae and looked down at them. They were separated from each other by a few feet so they could not come in contact.

Apsalar would also have a hard time tipping the examination table as it was built with a strong solid base.

After getting annoyed by the scratching, Devon picked up a tool that appeared to be some sort of small electric sander. He grabbed one of Apsalar's hands and took the tool to her nails.

(( Anin aren't they using the mind connection of Iruka's tentacles? That's what I got out of it. )) sweatdrop

(( ...Soooo confused. I will just go with it. ))

((Ah, okay. That clears some stuff up biggrin Thank you.))

Deep in the recesses of John's mind, the Chimera heard the irritating scritch, scritch, scritch from Apsalar. Somehow, subconsciously, he knew it was a good thing for him, something that was helping him whether the scratcher did it deliberately or otherwise.

((OOC: *has the feeling that her earlier post was only half-read*
Also, um, ow.))

Apsalar's rising hiss was the only sound besides that of the sander as Devon continued filing her nails down. She actually swiped at him once or twice, unfortunately missing both times due to the restraints. If only she could face one of the scientists on even ground. Just once. She wasn't a creature of bloodlust by nature, or so she told herself. But the idea of getting her claws really into one of them...

It sustained her for a few minutes.

Then Devon wheeled up the surgery tray.

s**t.

She supposed she should have seen that coming. After all, she'd been a very bad girl (not that it hadn't been wonderfully worth it). And when he picked up the scalpel, relief shot through her so fast she had to shut her eyes so that the scientist wouldn't see it. At least it wasn't the needles. The needles always made her spazz like a mad thing.

But when Devon started cutting, her face set and her eyes stared back at him. She was not going to scream. She was not going to cry out, even if she had the words. He would not get the satisfaction.

The pain was increasing steadily. As it did, her eyes darkened and a crazy smile slowly spread across her face. She looked like the perfect stereotype of the eighteenth-century mental patient, being cut open and inspected with that insane smile firmly in place.

She tilted her head, almost seeming like she was trying to get a look at whatever they were looking at. After a while, though it was longer than some Chimera would have been able to take, the pain and the surreality of the entire thing overtook her to the point where she just couldn't stand anymore, and her eyes went filmy and faraway as she pulled back inside her mind somewhere - somewhere where they couldn't get to her short of, maybe, shock therapy.

Devon might have been cutting her open mostly to punish her, but if he was looking in the right place, he might accidentally stumble on an actual threat to the Chimera's health - there were funny discoloured areas along her digestive system. Clearly, the girl had gotten hold of something unhealthy and had been eating it when she got stressed out. Again.

((Nope; so long as they made sure everything was sterile and she didn't bleed out. This is why people are usually put under for surgery, but that wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it? [/medical nerd]))

Devon took a surgical light and was inspecting Apsalar's organs. When he finished, he stitched her back up while the other scientist suctioned up any remaining blood. Devon took off his bloody gloves and put on a new pair. He then took a surveilance tube used for inspecting the inside of the body and stuck it in Apsalar's mouth. He forced the tube down into her stomach. "My my. Eating what you're not supposed to again, I see" the doctor said as he fed the tube into her stomach and saw discoloration along the stomach walls. "Looks like I'm going to have to operate" Devon said.

Of course, Devon never used anaesthasia when operating. He never felt he needed to use it.

(([mednerd]People do colon surgeries all the time. They have suctions and pumps and rags for that. Granted there are certain procedures that should be done before and afterward, but for the sake of RP, I'll shut up now.[/mednerd] [If I'm bothering anyone, please tell me and I'll permanently shut up.].))