"What did they do to you?" (Angsty Whump-y One on One) (Closed)

"Love you, . . . " Rowan murmured. Her eyes blinked a few more times before they finally closed. She drifted off, the sickly sweet smell lingering in her nose.

She woke up having no idea how much time had passed. Her watch said around the same time it had when she had been knocked out. It could have been a day later or a week later, Rowan didn't know. She did know that the world felt fuzzy and everything was confusing. Where were they? Why were they strapped up? Her stomach no longer hurt, and the crook of her arm was bandaged as if someone had stuck an IV in it. The lights were too bright. "Nora?" she whispered in a croaking voice.

Rowan blinked, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She couldn't remember why it was so important that Nora was okay, but it was. "Nora?" she asked again, a little louder this time. How long had it been since she had used her voice? She allowed her eyes to close, the light was getting too bright. Her mouth felt dry and her body felt sore.

Rowan heard a sharp rustling noise behind her and the croaking voice of someone calling her name. “Nora? It’s me, Nora it’s me. It’s Rowan.”

“No. I know we’ve been out at least a day, maybe longer.” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a breath. “My head hurts but I don’t feel hungry anymore.”

"I do–" Rowan was cut off by two guards entering the room. their boots echoing loudly against the metal floor. One came straight at Rowan and punched her right in the stomach. Rowan yelped. The other came at Nora, punched her and kept punching her. Rowan could hear his fists coming into contact with her. "Stop!"

The guard punched Nora a few more times before backing away. "Which one of you is the mechanic?" the voice asked. Rowan groaned and slammed her head back against the metal table.
"Just fuck off," she whispered. The guard next to her started slamming his fists into Rowan's stomach. She yelped and cried out. She had been in plenty of fights before and had taken far worse hits than this, but this was the first human contact she had gotten in who knew how long, and it hurt more than anything ever had.
"Stop." The guard stopped. "I won't ask again."

"You know, you're right. That previous arrangement wasn't really working out anyway, was it? We should switch it up, you're right Ms. Wallace. Thank you for that suggestion." The guards unstrapped Rowan and threw her to the ground so Nora could see her. She tried to get up, to fight, to do something, but whatever they had used to put her under had made her too weak. They shackled her wrists and ankles and dragged her out the door, which closed with a bang. "We'll try it again with the other one."

Outside, Rowan's chains were attached to an anchor outside of the door in a narrow hallway. Guards and people in lab coats walked past her. The two guards finished chaining her up and left, turning down the hallway. Were they just going to leave her there? What were they doing?

Rowan sat on the ground with her hands above her head. She had come to the conclusion that this was probably to make Nora think something was happening to her. The thought made her sick, but the only thing she could do was find a way out in which both of them would be safe before they hurt Nora anymore. That was all that mattered.

In a room deep in the ship, the man sat at a desk in a dark room. At the desk, many screens showed different footage of different parts of the ship. He laughed as he watched the girl break out of her restraints.

Rowan sighed, trying to think. They hadn't dragged her too far. Why? So they didn't have to waste too much energy lugging her back? She slammed her head against the wall in frustration. The guards walking by still didn't pay her any attention.

Dr. Matthews walked down the hall. He had just finished filing Nora and Rowan's files and was about to go check up on another patient. He heard something down a hallway that made him freeze. Someone had called out the name 'Rowan'. He knew that name and he knew that voice. He started down the hall the voice had come from after looking around to make sure no one else was there. He stopped when he saw Nora limping at the end of the hall.

Dr. Matthews walked down the hall, watching Nora. He winced to himself. She really shouldn't have been applying pressure on her leg like that. He looked around to make sure no one was there and cleared his throat.

The doctor smiled, amused. He shook his head turned around, and walked off, not a care in the world. She definitely could not take him, especially in her condition, but Dr. Matthews didn't care. Maybe she actually would get out and something interesting would happen for once.

Dr. Matthews didn't look behind him as he heard something clatter to the ground behind him. The girl throwing something at him wasn't exactly unexpected.

Rowan sat there, thinking. She moved her legs around, enjoying the freedom she had to do that for the first time in forever. She wondered what Nora was doing, and how much she was worrying about her. She hoped she wouldn't do anything rash.

Rowan looked up. "Nora?!" She looked around, alarmed. "What are you doing here? People come down this hallway, someone could spot you!" She would never forgive herself if something happened to Nora because of her.

"Nora. . . . " Rowan looked down at the ground. She wanted to tell Nora that this was a bad idea, that she should just go back before anyone noticed she was gone. But Nora looked so concerned, so determined. So against her better judgement she said, "Okay."

Rowan looked around nervously. That freaked her out too much and worrying wouldn't really do her any good in this situation, so she chose to focus on Nora and her intense face of conversation. Who knew how long she would get to look at that face.