Thea was perfectly fine with the whole absolutely naked thing. She wasn’t fine with the whole absolutely naked plus you have to leave your bag outside the room thing. What if someone decided to disarm her? What if they found her stolen beef jerky? Neither of these were possibilities that seemed very likable to Thea. This is probably why she spent 15 minutes insisting that she go under the knife with the bag within five feet. For some reason, this request was denied. Unsanitary or something. Thea wasn’t happy about the situation, but she figured the staff got the idea. That bag was an extension of her, and if they tried anything, they would have to deal with her in the mercy of violent and angry self. And no one wanted that<br/><br/>She stripped quickly and quietly. The female assistant  blushed and looked away quickly as she stood there in her naked glory, chewing the inside of her cheek. The girl was small and young-looking, probably some smart innocent girl who turned pink at the thought of boys. Sometimes Thea wished she could be like that. Less tough, more delicate. But, alas, she had been changing in front of her male and female gathering companions for the past five years, and had as many scars on her body as a shark attack victim.<br/><br/>Thea lie carefully on the cold table, surprised by it’s chill. It felt like she’d been surrounded by heat for the last week. It was like when someone dumped water on you on a hot day. It caused Thea to tense, breathing in quickly through her teeth.<br/><br/>“Miss Serfine,” The doctor smiled, her eyes showing too much kindness and gentleness. “We need you to relax.”<br/><br/>Thea obeyed, not even attempting to request that they don’t use her father’s name. They already knew it, if they recognized it, there was nothing she could do about it. With luck, the lady had lived outside of Lumina her whole life, and knew nothing about her family.<br/><br/>Thea felt a quick prick on her neck, a flash of green over her vision. That was followed by the innocent looking girl quickly buckling leather straps around her wrists, ankles, and midsection. They were tight and digging into her skin, and left her with the terrifying sensation of being trapped. She hated not moving, and near-feared the idea of being unable to move. Not to mention that as she attempted to struggle, they only digged into her more, causing flashes of yellow in her sight.<br/><br/>She felt four hands on her body, and she stopped moving, gritting her teeth in frustration.<br/><br/>“We’re going to be operating very close to the area of your brain that controls impulsive movements in some parts of the procedure. The restrainment is just in case something goes wrong.” The same sickly-sweet voice spoke.<span style="font-style: italic">Something goes wrong? That’s reassuring.</span>Thea thought, though she was too focused on mentally loosening the straps to care.<br/><br/>“Genny, please hand me the anesthesia. Again, just a precaution, dear.” The doctor’s voice reassured, before she felt  a painful stab in her wrist, and another flash of green. She could feel herself slowly drifting off, voices buzzing around her. “Genny, at the monitor. Keep a close watch…”<br/><br/>~*~<br/><br/>Thea woke up to an empty room and a burst of pain. She felt as if there were a hundred voices surrounding her, all shouting and screaming and standing right next to her. And when she opened her eyes, bright light flooded her vision, stabbing at her and causing her head to throb with a splitting pain, washing everything in an intense shade of blue.<br/><br/>Keeping her eyes closed, she lifted her arms to find the the restraints had been removed. Feeling her way to the edge of the cold operating table, she lifted herself  up and slid her short frame off of it’s metal surface, nearly falling to the floor as another wave of pain hit her at the sound of her feet hitting the ground. Still worried about opening her eyes, she felt her way over to a table against the wall, surprised to find the familiar texture of her gathering clothes, as well as her bag. Well, at least her things were there. Slightly opening her eyes, she changed to best of her ability, draping her brown leather jacket over her shoulders and attempting to make her way back to the surgical table. On the way, though, the screeching of a rusty wheel sounded what seemed to be right outside her door, and she sank to the floor with a small shriek. Oh, God, this was torture. She allowed her hair to spill over her face, biting her tongue in an attempt to wash out the blue pain with a violet.