Even as the guards snatched him up and whisked him away, loud red sirens blared overhead, his vision was blurred.
They were saying something while they restrained him on a table in another room, which smelt like new bleach.
He tried fighting, but it was futile; he had lost too much blood, and his body was suffering as a result.
Even though he was fastened to the table, he was still restrained, and a doctor sewed up his arm. Someone was pouring liquid fire all over his body, slowly burning him.
He screamed until the doctor struck him in the face and told him to stay quiet.
He continued to scream until his mouth was closed and a mask was placed over his face, whatever was passing through it making him drowsy.
He wasn't sure when he passed out, but he awoke to the sound of more people yelling, some of whom he thought he recognized, but not all.
