"...Hold him down tighter!"
Rin's eyes were shut, as his body trembled. Blood splattered left and right, warm and wet on his skin. His chest heaved slowly with shallow breaths, and he couldn't move a limb. He groaned lowly, teeth gritted, face twisted in discomfort.
The sound of wet, squelching flesh echoed in the room.
A surgical blade gleamed in his hand as the scent of iron remained thick.
"Ugh... Wait..." Rin muttered weakly, his voice hoarse.
"Just stay still, Rin. It'll be over quickly," Silas's voice was muffled through the mask he was wearing.
"I didn't come here for this. Just... wait..." Rin tried to speak more but he didn't want the blood squirting into his mouth. The surgical mask on his face was stained red.
"He's so loud," Ezra groaned with his hand over his face. "If anyone were standing outside, they would assume he's being dissected."
Silas took his hand from Rin's hands, pulling his surgical mask away from his face.
