NO MORE

"Kelish sat up and found his body penetrated all over by tubes and wires. His first thought was to start disconnecting them all very carefully, without causing damage, but he knew there were scientists studying him behind the one-way glass. He sighed, frustrated. He despised more than anything to be like this, full of tubes and wires. It made him feel more machine than human.
"Hey, I'm up now, can I go back to my cell?" He asked the glass, his voice husky from sleep. He was still a little out of it from the sedation medication, so his words were slow and slurred.
The scientists on the other side of the glass looked up temporarily, only to acknowledge that Kelish had finally awakened. As for his plead, they paid no mind and returned their attention to their monitors and keyboards.
"I know you can hear me! Let me out, I'm functioning fine!" He tried again, a little louder this time. The way the medication effected him gave an impression as if he were intoxicated and too ignorant to be answered.
There came no response from the opposite side of the glass. Kelish began to lose his frail temper.
"I'll rip this shit out if I have to!"
And thanks to his fervent frame of mind he did just that. Disregarding his knowledge of careful procedures, he yanked the tubes and wires from his limbs and tore out the carefully inserted needles taped over his various body parts, refusing to be a slave to science.
At this sight the scientists finally responded. Quickly they sent three white-coats with gloves and masks armed with three needles each. As Kelish emerged from the hospital bed, feeble and sleepy but ready to fight, a scientist easily pinned him back down onto the sheets and dealt with his pitiful struggle. Another scientist came around with one of his needles and inserted it without care, counting aloud softly to move the process along faster. Kelish could not battle against the medicine, especially not in this state, and his body began to relax underneath the scientist's firm grip. Now that his body would not function at his will he was re-positioned back into the bed, and all the tubes were reinserted into their former places to carry on with the tests.
Quiet tears of defeat dripped down his numb cheeks as he stared up at the ceiling, unable to make a move. Before he knew it, a new medication began coursing through his veins and his longing for freedom faded into a distant dream."


...I think he's had enough of being experimented on. A couple paragraphs from our unnamed story dealing with the Kelish Project.

Kelish @ Augun