You sighed as you walked down the long white halls, the sound of screaming and groaning splitting the air. You hated your job, working as an assistant for science experiments. Except on just animals, it was on people to. Though if you were to speak of that to anyone outside of the facility you would most likely be fired. On worse case scenario you had no doubt in your mind that they would use you for those horrible experiments they do on the other unfortunate people that had been dragged into the facility from either mental institutions, or even right off the streets.
You wished you could have done something, but you had to think of your own safety first. Having a little daughter back at home meant you had to make money. You had to make sure she was happy, healthy, and lived to see collage, and if that meant working in a place you hated then so be it.
With the most depress filled sigh to ever leave your body you shuffled into the one room in the whole facility that you did everything in your power to avoid. Yea, today was not going good. With a smaller sigh you turned to the decent sized cage on the other side of the room, inside sitting a disfigured human. You didn't even want to have to describe what he looked like, but then again there wasn't a lot to say.
“Hello, how are you today?” You hummed, trying to start a conversation with him like you did every time you had to come and check on him. He was still human after all, even if he didn't look like it.
When he didn't respond you just sighed and went on talking, hoping that maybe something you said would strike interest and get him to reply. This was part of your job after all. He had stopped talking about a month after his treatment started, but no one could tell if it was because he just refused to talk or if the treatment had done something to his vocal cords. Every time they tried to check he attacked them, and if they tried to sedate him he either avoided the food with the medicine or shuffled into a place where it would be hard to hit him. Almost as if he could smell it.
Though eventually you ran out of stuff to fill him in with, and that was when you stopped talking. Letting the room fall into a dead silence except for the beeping of machines or the footsteps of people in the hall outside the door.
“I'm sorry...for what they've done to you...” You sighed out after a while, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he knew who you were talking to. Your words definitely seemed to catch his attention, though he said nothing about it.
“Its not fair that you had to be locked up in here, and get tested on for as long as you have. Sometimes I think the people in this world have no heart, and I'm ashamed to be apart of it all...” You hummed, making your way over to the cage with a tray of food where you carefully slid it inside so he could eat. The second the tray was scooted inside the cell enough for him to grab it you quickly got to your feet and shuffled out of the room, not wanting to have to face your guilt any longer then you had to.
It was bad enough you had to stand by and watch everyone suffer, the last thing you needed was to get attached.