Sorry that this has taken so incredibly long, I honestly kinda forgot it was in my drafts. I hope you enjoy anon!

CW: restraints, nonhuman whumpee, needles, dehumanization, probably medical inaccurate, paralysis, medical/ science whump, blood.

The creature was dragged into the lab. It winced at the bright lights. It fought as the guards brought it over to the table. It thrashed against its bindings. They forced it down on its chest and locked its limbs to the table. It keened as it’s head was turned to the side and strapped down as well. It tried to pull against the straps holding it to the table to no avail. It’s claws scratched at the cold metal. The room felt freezing and it had been striped of its clothes before being brought there. It flapped it’s wings in useless panic. Strong hands easily stilled them, forcing them down to the table as well. Long thick straps crisscrossed across it’s wings. Tears trailed down its face, pooling against its cheek on the table.

It had never been restrained like this before. Previously the men had only been interested in examining it, poking and prodding. They had used simple restraints for that, hand cuffs and shackles chained to the floor so it was on its knees.

It was pulled from it’s thoughts by a noise.

The door to its right opened. It could hear talking in a language it didn’t quite understand. It squirmed as it felt hands on it.

“Still, little beast” one of the scientists ordered.

That command it understood. Be still, be hurt less.

The other science readied a shot of some sort. It squirmed a little at the sight of the needle, wings pulling at the restraints.

“Still”

It went limp. It tried to take deep breaths to try and calm itself. It’s neck was wiped with a cotton ball dipped in some ice cold liquid. It squeezed its eyes shut as the needle was pressed in.

“Breathe, little beast, breathe.”

It hadn’t realized it was holding it’s breath. It focused on its breathing. In then out then in again and out again. It took an agonizingly long time before it was finally pulled out.

“Good” the world was paired with the ruffling of its hair.

It’s body felt weird. It assumed it was from the injection. It panicked when it realized it couldn’t see the scientists anymore. They were talking to each other in the language it couldn’t understand again. It could hear them moving around and the occasional clink of metal on metal.

Then there was a searing pain in its back, between its wings. It tried to cry out, to struggle, to do something, anything, but it couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound.

The pain spread in a line down it’s back. It felt warm blood run down it’s back and sides.

It was going to be a long day.