the two bodies they come upon are strung up like cattle in a slaughterhouse, naked save for medical gauze wrapped around their pelvises and chest. one man, one woman. bruised and lifeless, save for the vital monitoring equipment that insists they both still have heartbeats. suspended by their ankles, hair and arms dangling listlessly towards the floor, with a variety of different bleeding wounds — other places they've been tapped — bandaged over carelessly. and awash with tubes full of dark liquid that clarke immediately knows has to be blood.
the tubes run up to the ceiling, and back through ports in the wall towards the medical wing. and whatever she'd expected to find on the other side of this vent, it wasn't this. palamedes' sneezing fit doesn't even go reprimanded, she's so sick to her stomach that it physically hurts and all she can squeak out is: )
Those are Grounders. They're bleeding them. For —
( medical treatments. to compensate for the mountain men's inability to metabolize radiation. they're killing them so they can live. and...
behind them, a soft rattle. the squeak of metal, the distinct sound of another person breathing in the room with them.
there are two rows of inhumanely small cages, and the occupants have begun to stir. )
no subject
( but there is no god in mount weather.
the two bodies they come upon are strung up like cattle in a slaughterhouse, naked save for medical gauze wrapped around their pelvises and chest. one man, one woman. bruised and lifeless, save for the vital monitoring equipment that insists they both still have heartbeats. suspended by their ankles, hair and arms dangling listlessly towards the floor, with a variety of different bleeding wounds — other places they've been tapped — bandaged over carelessly. and awash with tubes full of dark liquid that clarke immediately knows has to be blood.
the tubes run up to the ceiling, and back through ports in the wall towards the medical wing. and whatever she'd expected to find on the other side of this vent, it wasn't this. palamedes' sneezing fit doesn't even go reprimanded, she's so sick to her stomach that it physically hurts and all she can squeak out is: )
Those are Grounders. They're bleeding them. For —
( medical treatments. to compensate for the mountain men's inability to metabolize radiation. they're killing them so they can live. and...
behind them, a soft rattle. the squeak of metal, the distinct sound of another person breathing in the room with them.
there are two rows of inhumanely small cages, and the occupants have begun to stir. )