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Definitely not the type of lab I expected.

Trick looks like he is going to throw up as he sees them strap me into a similar chair opposite him. Doctor Smyth, or that’s who I presume it is with the white coat that enters the room. I recognize the file he’s going through as mine and internally panic when he raises his eyebrows and a cruel smirk works its way across his face,

“Human drugs react like they do in supes and burn through your system too quickly to influence.” Trick starts to have a panicked look as he watches the Doctor not blinking,

“and it seems supe drugs have odd effects.” He turns to a female nurse, who has a slight look of fear, but she doesn’t try to help either of us,

“Give her a one-month birth control injection!” turning back to me,

“Have you started your monthlies?” I know there is no point in lying, so I gave the most honest answer I can, but I can tell he isn’t happy about it.

“Yes, I started when I was nine, but I’ve only had six since then. They aren’t regular.” He hums, leaves orders for us to be left in our chairs but hooked up to monitors and have regular blood taken.

Forty-five minutes later, I feel odd, and I can see something affecting Trick, but I don’t know what, as they have only taken his vitals so far. When the nurse comes in, she pricks my finger and makes a drop of blood fall into the test tube that has a cloudy liquid in it.

She swirls it until it turns a turquoise colour. Trick goes shockingly paler and starts to shake his head. An orderly walks in and forces blue pills down Trick’s throat and then most of a bottle of water to make sure they have gone down.

He’s then dragged out of the room, and I’m frog-marched in a similar direction, we are put in the same bedroom, and just before they slam the door shut, the Doctor appears again.

“You will remain in this room until the effects wear off. He is there for you to use as you see fit. He may say no, but he enjoys it. We will let Mrs Sinclair know you won’t be available for this month’s feed.” I see Trick flinch, recoil and sag in relief in the same breath, and I just blink at Doctor Dickhead.