Torchwood say what? (Owen/8-Ball)
Feb 16, 2014 16:09:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 16:09:00 GMT -5
With all that she had been through, 8-Ball was rightly kinda jumpy. Being hooked up to half a dozen leads like some whacked out science experiment was not her idea of a swift exit, especially when she made it hard for Owen by unintentionally fidgeting around whilst he was trying to stick the suckers on. Her face seemed strained into a constant scowl, albeit a slightly apprehensive one. The machines took a few minutes to start taking readings, and in the meantime she held out her arm for him to take a blood sample. 8-Ball stared at the so-dark-red-it's-nearly-black blood with a slight snarl of disgust as it was taken from her arm and the tissue sample wouldn't yield results until it had been processed.It was the machines that would give a real shock.Almost as soon as it hard started taking readings, the electrocardiogram machine startled beeping alarmingly. 8-Ball stared in shock at the incredibly shallow and slow trace, looking wildly at herself and then at the machine. "But I'm not dying, I'm fine. Look at me!" She shouted at it, gesturing angrily with her arms. "I'm perfectly all right..." Her voice became slow and her arms fell to her side, as if in some twisted way she had come to understand. She lifted her arm again and looked at it, flexing the muscles and the looking back at the screen. What on earth had happened to her? A scared glance was cast at Owen, one that she tried to hide expecting fear in his reaction. It was those damn zombies, that... virus had done this to her hadn't it? In a frantic movement she unwound the bandage from her hand and wrist, the bite-mark was glaring back at her angrily and she scowled back. Bugger.Her attention was then turned on the EEG machine, the scowl relaxing slightly as she stared at the mess of squiggles and then deepening as she saw the flashing red warning lights. The electroencephalograph result certainly was interesting too. Her brain was dying, or had been before it had frozen. It still worked, albeit a bit slower than before. She wouldn't feel pain as well and her reactions were slowed, but it wasn't as active. Certain parts were dead or dulled (like the area that sensed pain, and strangely enough the part where her long term memory was stored was dimmer or perhaps locked) but others were in overdrive (especially the bit that dealt with anger). It was like taking a snapshot of a persons brain, but it was a constant for her. 8-Ball was confused, incredibly so and it echoed in her body language. She was a freak, she was broken.In time, the blood results would show that her cell division rate had near enough stopped and that she technically didn't need to breathe. Her entire body appeared to be frozen in some sort of static state, presumably by the time energy blast from the dying man's TARDIS. She thought better of telling Owen this at the moment, crazy as it seemed it just didn't feel like the right one. Instead, she stood desolate in the centre of the room, staring down at her hand and then around her at all the cat calling machines. "NO!" She yelled, distraught and enraged. Not only had she lost her friends, her home... was she loosing her humanity too? Angry hands tore away the leads from her head and chest, pushed the ECG machine onto the floor where it finally ceased its incessant noise and clenched into fists as 8-Ball stood in the centre of the room, staring at the floor and breathing deep to try and calm herself down. Finally, she raised her gaze to Owen in a silent cry for help. But would he even try?