B.A.N.E - Spiritual Journey 2
Dr. Wagner led me over to a table, telling me to lay down. The room we were set up in was more an operating theatre than the laboratory we first met in, the seating in the above observation room slightly filled with various Nygmatech stock holders and higher-ups, including the CEO: Edward Nygma. The green-furred fox seemed to be keeping a steady glare on Dr. Wagner as the scientist somewhat loosely tied me to the table. "Okay, this shouldn't hurt a bit, Icy, just relax," his voice shifted to a manic laugh, "and try not to scream!"
He slowly put the IV needle into my arm, I felt a chill going up my limb as the saline started to drip in, "It's rather cold."
He laughed, his high pitched laugh, throwing his head back a bit, "We're just getting started, kiddo, so buckle up!" He connected a large bag of neon green liquid to my drip tube, on a re-router, so it'd mix with the saline, and started it in. He