"You are awake. That's good." I heard the same voice of the Doctor speak removing his long-fingered hand away from my fur. "The Director required your senses blurred for now until we can finish the analysis. With finally figuring out some of your characteristics from those reckless actions you did we were able to identify you with a type of Hellhoundism. The Breed is difficult to identify unfortunately, but hopefully with some saliva analysis, some more blood work, and some other tests we will truly figure out what you are." A long pause ensued before the man continued to explain, "I know you are confused, scared, and very frustrated, but with other forms of Hellhoundism the Unnatural can still talk. So, if you want to spread some dialog, vent, or interrogate you can while in that form."
I growled at him frustrated speaking no physical words translatable in the Human English Language. There was nothing that I desired for this foul man to overhear. For me having my heart broken was enough for right now.
"Alright, give me the cold shoulder. Once that blindfold is taken off of your square-skull…“ the Doctor continued to speak while tapping my furred head with his long finger. “All you will see from here on out are these four walls of this room, and the circular wall of the dome. Any socialization you desire will only be through the Researchers, Doctors, Transporters, and Nurses. Your name is no longer your name; everyone from here on out will call you by a number, you are a number, just like the other full-time patients. Your new name will be Number 0497. You will no longer be called by anything else." I remember the Doctor growl back at me.
"Fine by me. Not like I matter to anyone in this sorry world." I thought to myself. Again, feeling no purpose to tell the man how I felt, or what I wondered.
"A Nurse will come by to draw a few more vials, then later I will come back to collect a saliva sample. You try to harm me or any of the employees here and your life can become very difficult." Doctor Master said. His voice fading away before the sound of the hospital room’s door slamming shut.
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