Tears flowed from Ennea's eyes, as she struggled to survive with each breath in and out, her body quaking as she held the snake tight.  Ennea lashed at Elohim's hand like a drowning man clutching at a life raft, reaching through the wire mesh of her cage.<br/><br/>Dr. Ying lurked nearby, and injected the contents of a syringe into Ennea's IV.  "I just gave her a double dose of morphine."  The doctor said casually, pulling a sanitary cloth from his coat.  "When you're ready, I'll take her IV out."  The doctor said, nearly leaning on the set of instruments and wires that had been on Ennea not long before.  Ran realized he'd simply removed them out of habit, knowing that seeing Ennea hooked up like the ICU patient she was would trigger Dr. Tarington's psychological instability.<br/><br/>Ennea stared into Elohim's eyes, her own eyes shifting to a matching shade of blue.  The girl's eyelids drooped half closed, as the drug began to take effect, relaxing her as the pain subsided, leaving only a dull ache of false contentment.  "You're... a monster."  Ennea whispered in her drug addled haze, holding Ennea's hand just as firmly.  "You're... my enemy."  The collared creature croaked, her body slowly uncoiling and relaxing.  "Why?"  Ennea asked, stretching her filthy body as Dr. Ying took the IV out, placing a patch on her arm.  "Why does Master love you?"  The girl cried, turning over to reveal that her left leg was much paler than her right, until it seamlessly met her thigh, as if someone had switched parts from two different dolls.<br/><br/>Ennea was covered in scars; her inner arms practically bore a stigmata from the needles frequently stuck into them.  Various tiny scars decorated her totally shaved body, hairless but for her short, boyish hair and a single day's growth of hair between her legs.  Punctuated by the occasional blotch from a skin graft, none of Ennea's scars seemed remarkable, quite often split between orderly surgical scars and jagged battle wounds.  There was, however, a particularly large surgical scar just above her crotch, suggesting that her treatment had been quite sinister.  "If we gave her the Morphine first, she'd just fall back asleep."  Dr. Ying said, trying to justify why he'd waited so long to give her the ambrosia that had reduced her suffering by such a degree.