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Grian was dripping. He knew that he was. The black liquid fell to the ground in small droplets, clattering on the stone floor and splattering against the wall. Grian flinched when Scar touched him, a soft hand reaching out for him. The contrast between the cold cel Grian was stuck in and the warmth of Scar's body was very big. It was like Scar was a star, burning fiercely in the night sky. A boat in the middle of a wild sea. A will to live in the deepest holes of depression and loneliness. Scar was it all.
"Hello, love... Are you ready for today?" Grian shook his head. He just... He kept dripping! The black liquid didn’t seem to stop coming from his body- he didn't even know where it came from. Where did the liquid come from? Was it blood? Slime? Something else? Grian didn’t know. There was so much he didn’t know about himself yet.
"I- I can't... I don't- Please, Please Scar." Scar had this comforting smile on his face, his teeth white, almost glowing in the dark room they were in.
"You'll do great."
Grian's breath hitched as Scar grabbed his arm, pulling him away from his cold cell. Now that he was out of it, he missed it. He missed the comfort of knowing where he was. He missed the comfort of not having to leave. He missed the comfort of a closed-off room. All these doors in the narrow hallway made Grian dizzy. He wanted to go back.
"You'll just have to see the doctor for a couple of hours. I'll be right there beside you." Grian nodded and Scar grabbed his pass, scanning it as two doors opened automatically. The danger signs and the only-for-workers-signs didn't go unnoticed by Grian. He felt his heart beating fastened, that uncomfortable and almost painful feeling of it loudly thumping in your throat. He hated feeling his own heartbeat. He would rather not want to be reminded that there were living things inside of him... It made him feel queasy, but on the way, you feel when you're doing the dishes and touched something gross. The way you feel when you stand in something wet or sticky with your socks. That feeling when you -know- something is watching.
"Put these- Wait, let me do it for you... We don't want any accidents happening." Scar giggled as he said it, putting on the mask and glasses on Grian's face. The glasses were darkened. Grian didn’t know what Scar meant with accidents, but he presumed it wasn't anything good.
The energy in this part of the building was even colder like there was a window or something. But instead of the grey, almost black walls and flooring, the walls here were a baby-blue, the floor white. The bright LED lights were continuing the hospital vibes and Grian was feeling the shivers walking down his spine just by being here.
"This way, doll. The doctor will be waiting for you in there." Grian nodded and Scar opened the door for him. Grian entered the room, Scar following suit. The click of a door falling in its lock was heard and Grian looked behind him, seeing Scar locking the door with his workers-pass. Grian eyed the man who was sitting behind the desk, he looked like Scar, human, but not like-like Scar... He had a different face shape, was a bit fuller in his physique. His hairline was decreasing.
"Sit down." Grian sat down, Scar sitting down beside him. "And, what's your name?"
"Grian."
"Number?" Grian sighed.
"One-Five-Seven-Four." The man hummed as he typed something on his computer. It was facing away from Grian so he couldn’t see what he was typing.
"And... Do you know why you're here?" Grian shook his head. "Good... Good... It's just a check-up. Nothing to worry about." By saying that, Grian started to worry a lot. "Okay, so, you're going to sit here, okay? And you'll take your mask and glasses off and then- Then we will show you a mirror and you have to look into it, okay? And don't stop looking until we say stop. Understood?" Grian nodded. That didn’t sound too hard. He was going to be fine! Everything was going to be absolutely okay. The man got up and grabbed the mirror, holding it in front of Grian. "Are you ready?" Grian nodded. "One one, you can remove your mask and glasses."
"Three."
"Two."
"One..."
Grian pulled everything off his face, grabbing the mirror and looking at himself. His eyes were a bright blue, his face pale. The only hint of that blood was still streaming towards it was his slightly red nose from the cold. His mouth was a normal size, his lips almost having the colour of his face. He looked... Acceptable. His hair was a dirty blonde and in the background, Grian could see his own wings that were this dark-red.
Grian kept staring at himself, his eyes narrowing onto small details. Since when did he have a mole on his left cheek? He didn’t remember that. He didn't remember so many things about himself... The freckles that covered his nose, the hairs on his upper lip, the slight dent on his forehead... So many things Grian didn't remember he had. So many things that made Grian feel... So much worse.
Grian focussed back on his own eyes, this time, they weren't blue anymore. The deep purple reminded him of the colour of his own veins. His veins covered his neck. The veins that were becoming a lot more... apparent? Was his skin growing paler or was he just hallucinating it? He could follow every single vein on his neck, they looked like the rivers on the maps Grian used to love to trace with his fingers when he was younger...
Grian shot another look at his eyes, this time, they were growing darker. Maybe it was just his pupils growing larger... Larger than his sclera? Grian's gaze went back and forth from his neck back to his eyes. Neck. Eyes. Neck. Eyes. Neck. Eyes... Mouth- Mouths? There was a second opening on Grian's cheek, teeth visible from it. It was smiling at him. The second mouth was smiling at him. Why was it doing that? The mouth grinned, a second tongue appearing from it and licking its lips that were a fiery red colour. The skin around the second mouth was turning an ashy grey. The mouth opened again, this time to yell. A high-pitched screeching.
Grian focussed back on his eyes. He almost unfixed his gaze from the mirror when Scar and the doctor put on some headphones, but he kept strong. He could do this. His eyes were now a complete black, his skin becoming almost as white as paper. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead. He felt a burning on his forehead and when he looked, he saw a gaping hole there with blood gushing out of it. Grian resisted the urge to touch it.
His mouth was drooling. Both of them. The black liquid trickled down his chin and cheeks. It was being soaked up by his shirt. It smelled like toxic fumes. It was burning his skin. But the screeching didn't stop. It only got louder. Grian tried to focus away from his mouth, but the more he tried to, the more difficult it was. His face was distorted, he barely could see his wings anymore. It was just his face, his face that was slowly melting into something ungodly.
"You can stop now." Grian looked at the man who typed away on his computer. Grian blinked. The screeching had stopped. When Grian looked back at the mirror, the mouth was still there. The black liquid was also coming from his ears and nose now... It was just everywhere.
"What- What's this?"
"Don't worry about it." The man looked at Scar. "Thank you for bringing him here. You can take him away again now." Scar nodded and helped Grian up. As they left the room, Scar pressed a kiss on Grian's hair, wiping away the last bit of whatever-it-is with his handkerchief.
"You did great. I am very proud of you."