Entertainment of life{Caleb}

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Office, oh why did it have to be a boring day at the office? Nothing ever really happened to much other than curing patients, or using new experimentations for them. Scarlet was a doctor who worked in a hospital for about a year and half, where she was in charge of surgery. She found this gig to be something interesting stepping outside of her familiar settings. Scarlet was like 29 years old, and from the heart of Ireland, which her voice showed it well. This job, experimenting on patients was her thing, she didn’t care really what happened to them nor did it ever faze her. What was going through their heads or anything. In a way mostly she had no emotions for what she did. A pile of paperwork sat on her desk as she had her head down on the desk.

Total hatred for the paperwork kind of made her insane, well not to be admitted for a patient. She sighed grabbing her cup of tea and started to drink it. Man was she bored of being in this place, it was like a world of nothingness, and blahness. Scarlet had to wonder what her patients were up to, considering she didn’t have any appointments for a few hours. She heard some one knocking at the door, knowing she never kept it locked, she wondered if they would just walk in. if it was important that why not.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

It had been a lazy day for Caleb. He'd had an appointment with a new doctor, someone he didn't know, some Dr. Scarlet Argona. Needless to say, he'd slept through the appointment, enjoying the cool comfort of his solitary room. He wasn't a fan of other people, and it was easier to be forgotten about in the solitary rooms. When he'd finally gotten himself out of bed, he'd gone wandering, quietly keeping to himself as per usual. He was a quiet guy, until you really got to know him, then he was just as fucked up as everyone.

Hearing his name, he turned around, a faint scowl on his face as a guard sauntered up to him, informing him that he'd missed his appointment this morning- but not to worry, the doctor was free at the moment. Caleb sighed softly, docilely following the guard, not wanting to piss him off. He hadn't even had his breakfast yet, he didn't want any bruises on himself yet. Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw that another bulky male had fallen into step behind him, effectively trapping him, preventing him from bolting.

As they approached the doctors offices, he grew uneasy, beginning to shy to the side, tense and ready to bolt at the slightest hint of danger. He didn't want a doctor appointment, especially not with one he didn't know-- and had he heard murmurs of electroshock therapy? He shivered slightly as someone knocked on the door, informing the person behind the door that they'd hunted down her earlier appointment-skipper.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet sat there waiting to see if she was going to have this appointment from a patient she was taking over. The doctors seemed to love to give her patients that they didn’t want to deal with any more. She walked over to her nice book case grabbing a file that read Hyller, Caleb Jackson. She set it down on her desk and started to read about him. She wanted to get to know her patients so that she would be able to handle what was going to happen. She could deal with any situation, with her ‘calmness’ and knifing thoughts. She knew how to manipulate people and she did it well. That was how she got her ex boyfriend to give her a diamond ring. Though, that relationship didn’t last long it ended with him cheating on her. No big deal, she figured she would be making a ton of money with these patients. She knew what stayed in this nice little place usually stayed. Even though the doctors talked among others about what goes on with their patients and what they have done. It gave her ideas what she could do with a few of hers.

She looked up hearing that her patient Caleb was here and would come in. She smiled a little knowing that this could be entertaining, her patient and Anxiety, depression and of course self harm. She knew pills would work shots or something along those lines. She had his file lying out so she could see what meds he had been on, and was currently taking. “Mr. Caleb, I am Dr. Argona. Please take a seat.” She said with an accent that could stab and capture any guy’s heart. She didn’t move from her place behind the desk, partly because she hated moving in skirts. “You may wait outside guard I am sure we will be fine by ourselves.” She added looking at the guard knowing he would leave. She signaled for Caleb to take a seat in front of her at a chair.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

Caleb managed to gather his composure outside the closed door, shaking off that visible anxiety. Deep down he was nervous, if a little afraid, of what this doctor could have planned for him. But she didn't need to know that. Entering the room, he flinched slightly from the guard's touch as he gave him a small shove forward, as though he couldn't walk into a room on his own. Scowling in his direction, he turned his attention to the doctor for a moment. Mr. Caleb? What the hell was that? Eyeing the folder that was sitting open on her desk, he smirked slightly as his gaze fell upon the medications they'd had him on, and what he was supposed to be on now.

He didn't want pills. He didn't need pills. Everyone got scared, everyone got sad, only most people had a legitimate reason for being so. Caleb did have a good reason for being the way he was, but that didn't seem to matter to anyone else. He looked over at the chair she gestured to, right in front of her. He didn't want to be that close to her, especially not sitting down and vulnerable. Once the door closed, he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head at her instruction to sit on the chair.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

She watched as he walked in, she thought he would be shakier and everything like the typical patient who had anxiety, or sadder or something that he was not obviously now. The only thing that gave it off was the fact he stood by the door. “I promise I am not going to hurt you, I just want to talk… nothing bad.” She said in reassurance for him to sit down. She took a sip of her and moved the pile of papers to the floor so she could have room to write on his behavior. She sat there writing on his current behavior. She knew that he could see what she was writing only the fact was she was writing in another language. She would later on transfer into English just for the staff. She liked how she could read and write in other language. “So how is your treatments coming along, have you seen any improvements? Or has the anxiety been acting up worse than before?” She asked him not looking up from his file.

She looked through seeing he was on a bunch of meds, so maybe it was time to lower dosage on some of them to see what that will do and put him on a shot program. She knew a ton that helped with the anxiety and the depression but the issue was he still needed to be on these pills and everything. “I see you are taking a lot of meds for just those few things… hmm I think I could do something that might help you out better.” She said more less talking to herself. “Oh I am sorry would you like a cup of tea?” She asked realizing she hadn’t offered him one yet. She wanted to at least make him think she was his friend, if all else failed to gain a little trust from him.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

Caleb had grown rather skilled at keeping his emotions at bay. Deep down he was hurting, he knew he'd go back to his dorm and scrape skin off his knuckles, just to feel something that he was capable of controlling. Of course, distancing one's self from displaying human emotions seemed to screw one up even more. He self harmed a lot more than he had back when he'd had something to lean on. Now though, now he wanted nothing to do with emotions, nothing to do with most people, to be matter of factual. He sighed softly, a faint scowl showing his annoyance with the situation. She was a doctor, not a therapist. Therapists were for talking to- doctors, they just fucked with you, played with you like lab rats.

"Please, can we skip the game of pretending to be nice? It's a little old. You're a doctor, doctors never want to talk. Doctors just like to screw with you. The anxiety's been fine. Besides, I don't take half the medication I'm supposed to, so no, it's not a lot of medication," he stated bluntly. He was tired of this. Of being here. Of being put through tests. He'd had one doctor see how long he could stay awake before his body shut down. That had been terrible. Shaking his head at the offer of tea, he stared at her coldly.
"Can we just get whatever you're going to do to me over with?" he questioned.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet examined him carefully. The moves he made his body language everything, it was so she knew that he could handle the things she was going to give him. A little shocked that he wasn’t going to sit down in front of her, she laughed a little. “Yes therapist have talked to me about your file, and in any case I find it rather intriguing the combination that you have. In any case though I have shots instead of pills and everything like that.” She said bluntly, which she rarely was blunt about these things. She normally let people guess to what she was going to do to them. Thus saying it was her month as being a doctor here she was quite well at torturing. That was when rumors flew around the patients she was some kind of former Irish spy for their government. Though that was given not to be true because a, she was way to pretty and b, she had all her medical licenses from the United States and not Ireland. She looked at him then reached down into a cabinet beside her pulling out three syringes and a few brown bottles of medication.

“These will take care of having to take medicine ever again, you will have three shots administered to you daily, just count your self lucky I haven’t decided to put you into shock therapy for the depression and self harm stuff.” She said as she put a syringe into the bottle gathering some medicine into it. She then walked over to him putting a rubber tie around his arm tightly. “These may hurt for a few moments. Don’t worry it’ll be over soon.” She said as she stuck the needle into his vain and injected the first dose of medicine. She walked back over grabbing the other two and put them in to the medicine before she was back over putting the last two dosages into his arm. “Now you should take a seat.”She said gesturing him to a chair that was fair from her desk.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

Caleb was somewhat relieved when she stopped beating around the bush. He knew he wasn't here to talk. Hell, the fact that she was speaking of his medications at all was a little weird. Shots? Really? Caleb had never been a fan of needles, ever, though he'd gotten surprisingly used to them. He was one of the few people who had eventually accepted what went on here. He knew what was going to happen- he'd be tested on until he was driven to insanity, and then he'd still be tested on until death took mercy on him. He'd accepted that they had their ways of forcing people to bend to their will, whether by force or sedation.

Watching silently, but warily as she pulled out syringes and bottles of medication, he scowled again. How was he supposed to pretend to take medication if it was being injected directly into him? He growled softly under his breath, his own quiet way of showing his displeasure as she tied the familiar band around his arm. He unconsciously looked away, until he'd felt the third and final pinch of a needle tip breaking his skin.
"Why?" he asked, though the question had barely passed his lips when the medication hit him.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed into a heap of pain, his vision blurring over, making the fibrous carpet a blurry mess of colours. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, emitting a scream of pure agony. It felt like someone had doused his body in gasoline and lit a spark. Everything burned. He wasn't even aware that he was screaming, but had established that it had become near impossible to move. What the hell had she given him!?

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet watched him closely again not caring what she did to him. In the end she knew what dosages for what, and the three medications she was putting into him may subside his anxiety, and depression. Though, she of course neglected to tell him what actually would happen with the medications used all at once. Pain and the feeling of death was all of it. She loved to torture her patients sometimes when they got on her nerves. Of course it was always fun to torture the patients because she knew all the dosages and what they could or couldn’t do to them. “Why? Because I think it’s time to change up the medication for once.” She said watching him dropping to the floor screaming in pain. She smiled that evil smile on her light completed face. She knew only one way to watch this and that was with a cup of tea and write in his file the dosage of the shots. Just a little reminder of it and the effects for all the doctors to note. She smiled sweetly at him, as he screamed from pain.

“well isn’t this pleasant now… Maybe you should have another dose again.” She said sitting at her desk watching him on the floor. She didn’t care much for them, because she was here for the money and to test her newest creations of medication. She looked down at her watch knowing the side effects should end soon. Then he would leave and then she couldn’t have more fun. With the three dosages of medicine though, he couldn’t move for about 10-30 minutes. So as she sat there drinking tea she was thinking about how to get more out of her medicine again.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

Caleb was barely paying attention to her as she spoke. His mind had completely hazed over in pain. Did she really expect him to allow them to inject him with this stuff every day? His muscles had begun mildly convulsing, completely out of his control. He groaned in pain, glaring at her and managing to shake his head faintly at the mention of having another dose of the stuff. He didn't think he'd be able to live through another dose of it. What the hell was it anyways? He highly doubted it was anything that would help calm his nerves, or keep himself from self harming.

As the convulsions began to slow then stop completely, he was still rendered paralysed. What if she'd just paralysed him for life? Worse than that, was the fact that he couldn't move, which left him completely at the psychotic doctor's mercy. Hell, she could operate on him and he wouldn't be able to do a damned thing about it. Drawing in one shaky breath after another, he watched her from the floor, his gaze locked on her in case she decided to do something. Then what? Well... Nothing, really.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet walked over to him with her clip board filled with papers. She smiled at him as he attempted to shake his head no to extra dosage. “Awe, don’t worry Caleb… I won’t give you another dose of it… Partly because it could kill you with more than one.” She said leaning down moving his arm up and watching it fall to the ground. An evil smile came across her face as her hand went over his body trying to feel the mussels and making sure he was paralyzed all the way through. “Alright now that I know you are temporally paralyzed I can run some tests on you for a few moments.” Scarlet said her eyes glowed kind of with the drips of evil. Truly she was the girl you didn’t want to be with.

She grabbed a hold of his left arm and tapped the skin before taking a little vile out from her belt and stuck it into him and drew some blood from his arm. She kept playing with his fingers, moving them around in odd spots not enough to break them or anything major. She started writing down the effects on the fingers. She smiled then started to move his arm in weird spots. “Interesting… Can you feel any of this?” She asked him as she had his arm half way twisted around his body. She let go and wrote down something else. She moved to his legs in odd spots. She couldn’t help but think this was fun to do.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

Had she just said that more than one dose could kill him? Hadn't she just given him three shots? Unless three shots was considered one dose, but that seemed like a pretty extreme dosage. Staring at her as she raised his arm then let it drop. He had no control over it, it fell to the ground again like it was dead or something. He could feel everything though as her hands moved over his body, fingers stabbing into his muscles. He groaned softly, whining uneasily as she drew blood from his arm. One would think he'd be used to that happening by now, and he sort of was, he still didn't like it though.

What the hell did they need more of his blood for? They could probably fill a pool with all the blood they'd taken from him while he was here. Pain glittered in his eyes for a moment as she began messing with his fingers, then to his arm. When it was half twisted around his body, it felt like it was on the verge of breaking. His shrill yelp of pain was enough of an answer to her question. He could feel it all, and as she moved down to his legs, he tried in vain to shift uncomfortably away.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet laughed a little as she played with his limbs, what she could do would reach the ends of possibilities. She knew more than one way to break a bone, especially when she was the one in control. She smiled sweetly as she reached his other hand and twisted it around enough to hear a snap at the wrist. “Oops, I hope you’re not right handed because I may have just broken something.” She said with a little laugh sounding like some demonic child. She knew she just did something she probably shouldn’t have, and that was something major in the wrist area. She stepped away from his wrist letting it drop on the floor and walked back to the other hand. She smiled picking up the arm and twisting all the way around. “You know, good flexibleness does make girls want you, though I don’t think you’ll be getting in here. Most are a little crazy.” She said stopping just before she could continue to breaking his arm. She knew the breaking point pretty well from experience of course.

She was really cheerful for a girl who was torturing a guy just to make him better. Though, most knew that wasn’t the truth on her trying to make him better, it was only her having a little fun. “I am sure we can fix that, or this I should say.” She said watching his eyes as the screamed pain. She knew was going to break a finger or two just before he could gain back control. Scarlet’s eyes watched him as he attempted to move. She let out a laugh for it because she knew he couldn’t move at all. “You know moving is kind of senseless because you’re paralyzed and I have all the control over you.” She said as she pulled a finger back to a breaking point.

[CALEB JACKSON HYLLER]

A shift, a twitch, something, anything to let him know he really wasn't paralysed. He got nothing. He was completely under her control. She expressed this complete control by grabbing his right arm, twisting and bending it painfully until he felt, and heard, something snap. Screaming out in pain, he shut his eyes tightly as blinding pain rolled over him, intensifying as she dropped the broken wrist nonchalantly on the floor and walked back to his other arm. Oh fuck, she was gonna break his other arm, and then he'd be completely unable to do anything by himself.

His breathing was quick, made of sharp little inhales and barely any exhales. It hurt, everything hurt, and he could feel the strain she was putting on his left arm, another nudge and it would be as broken and useless as his right wrist. She stopped though, and he finally let out a steady exhale, hardly hearing the words she was saying. But just before that feeling that she wasn't going to break anything else settled in, he felt his finger bent backwards again. Something snapped, and he ground his teeth together to keep from crying out. God, she was a twisted little bitch.

[DR. SCARLET AISLING ARGONA]

Scarlet watched as his face and as he screamed in pain from his wrist being broken and dropping to the floor. She laughed a little as she started to mess with his fingers more, making them bend all the way back till they were on the verge of breaking at the joints. Sadly she knew one thing was she could easily shatter his joints right there. “Hmm… you seem in a lot of pain…. Maybe I should give something for that… or not.” She said actually bending on finger all the way back till it could touch the back of his hand. She let it go seeing it didn’t move back to its spot on the finger. She pretty much had everything that she could break in a human body right there. She moved to his leg at his ankle area and started to move it around in circles. “Did you know there is a billion ways to break someone’s foot? Most importantly there is at least thirteen ways without using a weapon to kill someone. Coincidently one of them is making a person suffer through excruciating pain and leave them for dead. Now I wouldn’t leave you for dead because honestly that’s a little heartless, and god knows you still need to be treated.” She said as she kept playing with his ankle moving in directions that the ankle wasn’t supposed to go. She knew it would break in a matter of seconds, just one turn in the wrong direction she could get it to break.

She let his one ankle go and moved to his other leg and started to do the same thing, only harder. She smiled pushing it back and letting it snap on its own. Damn, if you thought this was cruel for such a beautiful girl, her ex boyfriend had worse. In the case she started to remember why she hated some guys, this was the reason; guys cheat so she breaks bones to make sure they don’t get away. Scarlet turned and started to move the upper part of his leg around. She knew exactly what would happen in a matter of minutes, his bones would break, his mind couldn’t handle the pain and he would pass out from the pain. She knew that he could feel everything as he screamed out in pain. “We’re almost done here Caleb.” She said actually sounding kind of normal for once.