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Slowly she tested the durability of the dowel. It was standard hardware and smelt of cedar. Despite the cloth she had a semi easy time digging her teeth into it. Vivianā€™s jaw flexed and she continued to alternate between closed eyes and attentive glances at her former lover.

Al stood there, responding to his COā€™s presence with a general statement. He was rigid, his shoulders and sleek muscles very apparent between the well tailored white shirt. His suit jacket had been removed for obvious reasons. She knew the six hundred dollar shirt, or somewhere in that area, would be ruined by the end of this fiasco. She missed his wife-beaters and cargo pants.

He truly didnā€™t seem like the man she knew. He stepped toward her as his CO willed his underling along from the sidelines. The medical personnel were silent but Vivian would hear one woman in particular breathing as if she were going to have a panic attack. Her mask fluttered against her face until one of the men put a hand on her lower back. His touch made her slow down. Such a gesture was something she missed. As a lover it was a show of affection, sure, but to the receiver it was so much more than that. When you loved someone, their touch was soothing. Just being there became a form of medicine.

The jellyfish continued to drip, the noise distracting her thoughts. She returned to the present, staring up at Al and meeting his gaze. She inhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing. Thereā€¦was something else there in his expression.

Slowly he leaned towards her and she breathed heavily at his proximity. Immediately she pulled on her restraints, regretting the movement. At once her wrist felt like someone was taking a power saw to the burn. Her fingers felt like they were on fire while her nerves sent the sensations down the length of her arm. She moaned, hiccuping and wincing.

"Te l'avevo detto."
Al whispered, the Italian words lost on the Americans in the room. She swallowed searching his face for further clues. She couldnā€™t read him. He suddenly wasnā€™t so cold. The firm gaze in his eyes seemed to melt away as his eyebrows lost their arch. His forehead relaxed and a series of wrinkles disappeared. He had decided something.

His actions baffled her. His CO stepped forward the moment Alphonse shifted, pulling the gloves on his hands back to reveal the bare skin of his arms. His shirtsleeves had been rolled up to his elbows.

"I told you, I would do it!" He shouted, winking while he made an irreversible movement. Vivianā€™s eyes widened when any ordinary civilian would surely have winced. She watched him as he moved his arm and sent it in a punch like movement through the tentacles of the deadly creature right as they dangled over her exposed left thigh.

At once she was grazed by the head of the jellyfish. It landed with a wet slap against her knees. As one of the arms swung out to construct Alphonse it dragged itself off of her. Vivian dropped the dowel from between her teeth and hissed loudly, a noise that grew into a powerful groan as she tried to do anything she could to lean forward toward Al despite her restraints.

This was everything. His actions, his decisions, they all said volumes. Vivianā€™s mouth was caught open. While she fought her own pain all she could do was focus on the shape of her loverā€™s face. She didnā€™t scream out to him or shriek in agony. It was against herself to make such a display. But mentally her emotions were sailing and there she was feeling helpless while her lover had made himself suffer on her behalf.

Not once had Al thrown himself in the line of fire, not in such a way. Heā€™d never been the type to completely commit or sacrifice himself for anything other than his country. The rift between them all those years ago had started due to such issues. Then had come his dedication to a job that frankly Vivian didnā€™t believe in and his interference in her work. All the frustrations seemed to dissipate in that moment.

As his body reacted to the dangerous amount of venom heā€™d taken in from the sting Vivian couldnā€™t help but cry. Silent tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. They were partly her bodies reaction to the pain she was experiencing herself but once they had started she couldnā€™t stop. She felt her throat constrict as her nasal passages became swollen. Al became violent, knocking his CO back into the wall before finally collapsing. The man was in disbelief for a moment over the sight and rejection of commands by his leading agent.

The medical personnel immediately leapt into action, pulling Alphonse up off the ground and onto the available gurney. They worked fast and before Vivian could cry out to him heā€™d been removed from the room.

The CO was infuriated and it wasnā€™t until another suited man entered the room that he seemed to remember his duties. "Get her in to solitary confinement, goddammit it!" the man barked before shoving his way out and into the hall. Vivian watched as the last standing physician, a tall and muscular man despite his scrubs, approached her with a syringe in hand. She stared at him boldly knowing that moving wasnā€™t an option. The tear lines on her cheeks were apparent. Under each eye was a clean line to her chin showing to him how much grime had built up on her skin. Her lip trembled and she inhaled sharply when he approached and slid up the white gown to expose her hip. He jabbed the anesthesia into her muscle, pressing the plunger quickly. Vivian immediately felt woozy, her eyes glazing over while her body slackened. The needle was removed and her dress fell back down against her cool skin. She felt the numbness spread but her consciousness remained.

The dosage had been off.

Slowly she began to feel the restraints loosen. The physician and a black suited man began to unlock the various ties fastened to her joints. First her feet were released, exposed and bare. The long boards and leather straps that went up the length of her knee were also undone. The doctor paused, bending her legs slowly to ensure they hadnā€™t damaged any ligaments or tendons.

ā€œQuite the sight, mmm?ā€ the suited man chuckled. His words got through to her, her ears hypersensitive as she struggled to watch them. Her stomach was lurching again despite her lack of food.

ā€œDonā€™t even think about it Nathan,ā€ the doctor responded sharply. He began to work quicker, releasing her chin and neck. Her head dropped forward with her chin tucking into her chest. She moaned.

ā€œWith us being here, I havenā€™t seen my girl or any action in close to two weeks. Itā€™s all Iā€™m thinking about. Not like sheā€™d feel it,ā€ he said, smirking. Vivian faintly felt his hand reach up the length of her left leg before coming to rest just under her skirt.

ā€œSheā€™s not completely sedated. Sheā€™s watching you right this minute Nathan. I only gave her a high dose of morphine. Sheā€™s loopy but sheā€™s conscious. And knowing her history, sheā€™s unlikely to forget any of this.ā€

The suited man sneered taking a moment to graze his hand further up her hip. Immediately the doctor stepped forward, swinging his arm back and forward to punch his colleague in the cheek. The blow sent the suited man reeling. He lost his footing, tripping backwards into the overturned table. He fell back and into the wall where his head met the concrete. The blow was enough to knock him out.

The doctor sighed, waving his hand slightly in the air before stepping forward to release her arms from the ceiling. Vivianā€™s body collapsed into a heap on the floor. She was like a ragdoll. She had no ability to hold herself up or support her own weight. The doctor heaved her up onto her shaky feet, pulling her arm over his shoulder. Before they left he reclaimed the earlier used burlap sack and placed it over her head. Then they got to moving.

Vivianā€™s bare feet grazed over cold concrete the entire way. The doctor seemed to hold her above the ground as they walked. There were no voices to be heard as they moved, only the occasional footsteps. It seemed to take forever to get where they were going. Their walk was filled with endless turns that ended up being too complicated a sequence to remember. After what felt like an hour she heard the mechanism of an automated door pop open. She was exposed to a regulated temperate room with soft walls and floors. She was tossed in, the door closing behind her. ā€œYouā€™re in for something a little later my dear. Sleep while you can,ā€ the doctor told her, his voice solemn. "Ti amo per sempre il mio caro," she murmured, unable to move. (I'll always love you my darling...)