guinea pig // namjoon + krystal
“Ah, shit. Well, if they don’t open you up while I’m gone, I’ll talk to you later. Someone’s ‘bout to come in. Play sleeping beauty if you might.”, he says playfully, sending a wink her way before he jogs out of the lab, and going back to his position.
With the water gone, Krystal cleared her throat again, feeling much more comfortable (as comfortable as one could get in an unknown Military area with needles and knives everywhere). Now that the dryness in her throat was gone; she could actually think and worry about other things, like how the hell she was going to get out of here.
Krystal stuck out her tongue, as if the very thought of Infected disgusted her. “Well, I can’t really say that the thought is heart-warming. Being strapped to a table doesn’t really guarantee being treated as human either.”
She blinked at his mumbled words, and before she could even ask him about what the hell he was talking about, he was sending a wink her way, a little bit of advice, and running to the door. She laid there in complete and utter confusion for a moment before she snaps out of it. She has only a matter of minutes, maybe even seconds, before someone else not so kind steps through. Then, who knows what could happen to her? She could be dead in the next couple of minutes, and no one would know- except Ray.
Her eyes landed on the beaker; it was far away, but if she could maneuver the table closer to her perhaps she could break the beaker and use it to cut her bonds.... Trying to squirm enough to reach the table, she stilled when she heard voices outside.
Then, she pretended to be asleep- just like Ray had suggested (teasingly).
She heard a group of people entering, and as much as she wanted to open her eyes and see, it was impossible unless she wanted to get caught. She heard the clatter of surgical supplies hitting against the metal, and she almost flinched. Krystal felt a sting, like a needle being inserted into her skin.
