Mmph! Mmmphhhhh~!
"Come on! We're running low on supplies! Can't you squeeze out a couple more ounces?!" An arrogant voice barked before a click of the tongue was heard. It wasn't as if they were behind schedule, but the owner of the voice just had to nitpick about every little thing when it came to his business.
"Sir! Any more than this and she's going to die!"
"I don't care! We can always replace her! Just get it done and over with!"
The lights in the musky, dimly lit room flickered a couple of times as flies buzzed around it. Just from one look, anyone would be able to tell just how unsanitary the place was, and yet there was a hospital bed, curtains, and medical materials littered all over the room.
"Just one more vial. That's it." The man clad in medical overalls and a mask declared before going with the usual procedure. He didn't bother repeating himself, nor did he wait for the nitpick of the man running the entire place.
