Keep posting like that, and I’ll have to come seek you out and put you to better use as a glorified anatomy model. Strapped down and drugged, flickering in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of the multitude of eyes and hands running you over. Just a good patient, a practice tool to be sliced open and sewn shut over and over. That’s what you want, right? To be less a person, more an object? To be a perfect patient? Never questioning a thing- though I’d imagine it’d be hard to say much of anything through the medications- just sedate and pliant, aware of little besides the sensation of new incisions being made across your abdomen, the slick sound of fingers expertly toying with your innards. You’re practically made for it! The ideal lab rat for me. :)