Human Trials (Part Two)

"NO, NO!" Violet screamed, beginning to panic as Murphy laid her down on the table, trying to hold on to him.

"Violet, we need to look at you!" Abby raised her voice, pulling up her sleeves as Violet screamed, almost hitting Abby if it were not for Murphy pushing her arms down above her head with all of his strength, trying to get her to look at him.

"HEY, HEY! Look at me! Look at me!"

She sobbed, looking at him as he still tried to pull her arms out of his grip, kicking her legs at the end of the table.

"Violet, squeeze my hand, okay? Squeeze my hand until my fingers break if you need to, but you have to stay still, okay?" She nodded, relaxing her arms as Murphy put his hand in her palm, letting the girl hold onto his hand, the other one holding Abby's hand.

"You ready?" Abby asked.

"No, no!" Violet yelled, trying to pull her hand away from Murphy."Violet, look at me! Don't look at Abby, look at me and squeeze my hand, give me your other hand." Murphy told her, grasping both her hands as Abby nodded, her helped, Jackson, pouring cleanser into the wound on her leg as she inhaled sharply and squeezed Murphys hand.

"Graze wound, it just nicked her."

"What's that mean?" Violet whispered, looking up at Murphy as her eyes swelled with tears, fearing the worst. She had never heard most of the medical terms they were using. Graze wound, debridement, lacerations, contusions, she had never heard any of it.

"It just means the bullet brushed against your skin. It's a good thing." Murphy whispered.

Jackson held a piece of gauze on the wound, cleaning as much dirt and blood out of it as he could, having had ended up cleaning most of her whole leg to see any other injuries, only the upper part of her body was covered in mud and dirt. Her hair was matted and her bangs were far overgrown.

Violet screamed, arching her back as she screamed, trying to pull her arms away from Murphy as he held on, telling her to squeeze his hand.

"S-STOP, STOP!" she sobbed, her chest now throbbing as Abby had pressed her hand down to feel her stomach. Violet pulled one of her arms away from Murphy, shoving Abbys hands away before Murphy could take her hand back.

Abby pulled Violets shirt up, then exchanged looks between Murphy and Jackson. Murphy looked like he might be sick, his face held both an expression of disgust and anger.

"LET ME GO!" She screamed, moving her body in a way that would force Abby to stop touching her stomach, as well as Jackson.

"Violet, stop! We're almost done just a few more minutes, its okay!" Abby tried her best to convince her to stop moving.

"NO, NO!"

"Murphy, help hold her down!"

"Not happening!"

"What?" Abby shook her head, pausing as Murphy repeated his answer.

"Its not happening! She said she's done, let her be done! She's a seven year old girl, not a freakin' lab rat, let go of her." He pulled Violet off of the bed, holding her in his arms as she cried, screaming in between sobs as Abby and Jackson left the two of them alone.

He sighed anxiously, moving her so her head was resting on his shoulder.

"I'll take you to Finn, don't worry."

"No! I wanna stay with you!" Violet pleaded, "Please. Don't leave me, I don't wanna be alone ever again!" "Okay, I'm not leaving you."

"I'm scared." She whispered, picking her head up to look at Murphy.

"Nothings gonna hurt you kid, I promise." Murphy reassured her, wiping the tears off of her cheeks with his sleeve.