Calm Before The Storm [Nozomi, Dr. Hebi]

A pause; nothingness. And then… a searing wave of activity, fierce and powerful, roaring through and within the body of the male lying on the table, his mouth opening as an inhuman scream left his lips. It was not unwarranted action. The body of the Doctor shook, his eyes opening with the eyeballs wide, steam pouring out of his eye sockets as every pore on his body opened wide, pouring out more of the stuff as his eyes began to swirl around in his head. His neck began to rotate through its full range of motion, the edges of his fingers and toes twitched, and his breath began to come in and out of him at the fastest rate that it possibly could. It was like a tremendous, whirring machine; the body of this man, this Doctor, no sign of conscious, indeed nothing but life flowing through his body as he gasped, his breath coming in and out rapidly as the body received the signal to awake from the brain.

It was a systems check; the entirety of his body was going through its motions, the steam around his body beginning to dissipate as it left a male that was laying there, gasping desperately, his hair dismatted, his scaly flesh apparent, all the disgusting contours of his body in plain view, before he finally threw his head back. This time, it was not an unintelligible scream; but a roar. A roar of pure pain, of pure torture, as his facial expression contorted, pure shock warping his expression that was lacking its glasses as he twitched against the chair, gripping it so tightly that cracks appeared al throughout it, even though it was made from Seki Seki stone melded with diamonds on an atomic level, it had absolutely no effect on the Doctor's grip. This was agony; his entire soul, it felt like, was being ripped open multiple times from hundreds of thousands of directions at once. Most likely an interesting show, it was unlike anything that the Doctor had ever experienced before.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAH!!"

The voice was not the Doctor's; it was a voice never before heard on the planes of existence. It was every one of the Doctor's parts, all the thoughts that made up his being screaming all at once as they were forced to reboot, coming online all at once. The stress was frankly not something that was good for the Doctor, as this unique sound could testify. It was a wounded animal; it was a harmed soul. It was one who was in raw and utter pain, without any abridgement whatsoever. Nozomi likely would not have expected this reaction from the man, but it was the result of his warped consciousness. There was a penalty for the pieces of the male's mind that were not connected; and it was that upon waking from sleep, there was a colossal battle within his mind as things sought their proper place, attempting to all come online at the same time. It was too strenuous, even for the raw mental power of this man.

After a few moments of this, he at last calmed down, his body overtaken by a cold sweat as his head lulled forwards, gasping for air, his hair hanging over his eyes. He breathed hoarsely, with a speed that it made it seem like he would never breathe again if he was not able to do so right this moment. As he calmed, Nozomi began to walk away. A simple tap, and the breathing calmed. It was strange; the contact instinctually caused his body to relax slightly, even though there was not a justifiable reason for it. At least, not in the logical sense.

The lab stank; that was from all the corpses strewn about on the ground. They all looked exactly like the Doctor, and their flesh had begun to rot when he stopped sending them signals. Indeed, everything that was hooked up to his mind had been halted; even Hebi had laid on his stomach like a dead babe until he was resuscitated. Slowly, the bodies, the corpses, all of whom were the spitting image of the man, began to rise up. They did not open their eyes, but seemed to act as if blind, merely standing around her like statues. It was true that the Doctor was involved with biology a great deal. Biology, after all, held the world's strongest power naturally, from the strength of the dinosaur to the complexity of the human mind. That was why it fascinated the Doctor; it never stopped changing, never.

As she began to approach the door, a single word escaped the exhausted man's lips; it seemed that at last, he had received consciousness again from whatever forces held this strange being into alignment with himself. The voice was weak; almost tired, as if it had just been through a massive tribulation. In a way, it had; the fight in Melbourne had certainly not been light, and the stress the Doctor's body took towards the end was especially brutal. However, in this one word, there was a desire for it to be listened to, without any conniving, any tricks, any manipulations. It was a simple word, spoken from him to the being known as Nozomi.

"..Wait…"