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🚫 WARNING: needles, gore/blood, anesthesia awareness (I will put a * at the beginning and the end of the scene so you can skip if needed) 🚫
                          
Clanking of metal, the shuffling of unidentifiable objects, mumbling. These were the things I was able to hear as my reasoning for my surroundings began returning to me. It was hard to remember what had happened to me before I started waking up but I was definitely sure this wasn't my cell. A grumble left my soar throat as I had began opening my eyes, everything around me was a blur but at first all I could see was a brutally, bright light glaring down upon me. Squeezing my eyes shut I went to move my hands to cover and rub my eyes, to wipe away the remaining sleep that may have lingered but there was no movement. I slowly opened my eyes again, everything was slightly still blurry but my vision was coming back to me. I looked around me, my perception going straight to my hands to see why they were unable to move. Distress only began to take a hold on me at that moment in time and I began struggling to get myself loose from these restraints. This is ridiculous, what the hell am I here for?! I wanted to scream out, call for help but nothing came out. It felt like there was sandpaper stuck in my throat as I tried to let out some form of sound but the only thing heard was my struggled breathes as my throat felt like sandpaper. In this situation, scared was an understatement - was there even a word to describe my feelings right now? I frantically began looking around for some sort of answers, my eyes beginning to burn from the white light and my tears threatening to spill.
                          
"My, my. You seemed rather perplexed." A sort of feminine, croaky voice spoke out. My eyes widened at the realization someone was in the room with me. I turned my head slightly down to see a cloaked figure that seemed to be escorted by two other... cloaked figures who wore weird looking masks. Who the were these people? They don't seem like the usual Galra guards that do patrols or end up threatening you when you haven't done enough work.
                          
I opened my mouth to try and speak but realized I still couldn't talk, this action didn't go unnoticed as the shorter, possibly older cloaked figure took a step closer to whatever I was strapped down on.
                          
"Unable to speak? Here, I have something that will make it better." They said. My eyes squinted to try and block out the harsh light and focus on this person's - or alien's - face. I didn't get much of a good look but from what I could see they had white hair and two strange markings on their face. This thing reached inside their cloaked and brought out a vial containing a strange looking liquid, it seemed to glow a slight purple but it may have just been the lighting cascading down upon it to make it look like it glowed. They then proceeded to to open up said vial and place it to my lips to drink, I was hesitant that was for sure but I ended up drinking the liquid - what other choice did I really have? The liquid shot down my throat, giving off a slight burning sensation. I had let out a small cough before taking a deep breath.
                          
"Who are you?" I croaked out, my voice wasn't fully better but at least I was able to make some sound. The cloaked figure next to me furrowed their brows, looking rather serious now that I could speak again.
                          
"That is unimportant, the real question is, why did you not fight during that battle?" Their voice was stern, they looked down a bit so I could see their eyes better, they peered into mine rather coldly and didn't move. It honestly freaked me out a bit.
                          
"I-I... I couldn't..." My voice came out as a mere whisper, a sort of cold sweat was beginning to form on my body from being interrogated by this thing. They seemed to just scoff and proceeded to ask again.
                          
"Why? Why didn't you attack him?" Their voice began to seem more threatening as they held that same cold gaze. A small bead of sweat ran down the side of my face as I held my breath.
                          
"Shiro... Shiro is like family to me... I couldn't harm him even if my life was on the line." I said, my voice sounded like it held a sort of determination that I had no idea I was holding on to. The cloaked figured just hummed at my response, they pulled away before walking towards the door of the weird containment room, they paused before turning back and looking at someone in the back of the room.