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Bruce kept his eyes closed. He knew he was being dragged somewhere and as much as he wanted to fight back, he couldn't. Whatever they had doped him up with was doing the hula with his brain and he was having a hard time getting it to stop. Despite being numb from the neck up, he could make out the fact that more than one person was holding onto him. There was a pair of hands on each arm, his feet were dragging out behind him as they moved him along.
Bruce hoped fleetingly as he faded in and out of consciousness that he hadn't been captured by Ross.
There was a click and swish of a glass door and Bruce was hauled inside and strapped down to a table. Someone in a white lab coat was mumbling from far away as they shined a light in Bruce's eyes in turn. There was an accent he could only just make out....sounded German.
He must have faded out again because the next moment he was aware of, Bruce was alone. He took a few breaths trying to clear his head and worked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling. This was bad. Very, very bad.
Bruce hoped fleetingly as he faded in and out of consciousness that he hadn't been captured by Ross.
There was a click and swish of a glass door and Bruce was hauled inside and strapped down to a table. Someone in a white lab coat was mumbling from far away as they shined a light in Bruce's eyes in turn. There was an accent he could only just make out....sounded German.
He must have faded out again because the next moment he was aware of, Bruce was alone. He took a few breaths trying to clear his head and worked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling. This was bad. Very, very bad.