"Ghost" Trigun x reader

Making Knives out of Broken Ribs

*TW: medical setting, torture-ish, cuts/blood, Knives being an overall dick- again.  Yes, i accidently triggered myself again (I swear I never learn)*

'Very good,' the croaky voice of the Doctor resonated above you as he was shuffling and reaching for his material, 'I will simply be checking and recording your current connection compatibility as well as see if any calibration is necessary; the programming I sent out through Zazie the Beast was very rudimentary afterall.'

You were barely listening to the old man, knowing his explications were in no way for you but rather for his own recording and archiving of experiments. Still, you felt relief at knowing he wasn't putting you through a connection attempt today, even if you should have guessed so by the lack of red plants in the room.

He placed several electrodes on your forehead and temples before instructing you to uncover the back of your neck and your upper chest. You hated having to reveal skin around the Doctor as it never meant anything pleasant was going to happen. Still, you had no choice and unzipped the back of your suit letting it slide off and rest right below your shoulders and collarbones, simply being grateful you were facing away from Knives so he couldn't see your unease and agitation through the way your brows furrowed and you harshly bit your inner lip.

More electrodes were placed at the front of your chest and your hair was pushed to the front. You gripped the arm rests of the chair as you heard heavy clangs next to you and the freezing contact of metal wrap around you neck.

You tried to control your breathing to avoid panicking since the bulky device that had been placed on you limited the dept of your inhales, and you knew very well no one here would ever be as kind as to take it off of you for simply because you felt uncomfortable or struggled to breathe.

Another piece was added right at the base of your nape, prickling painfully as it was pushed against your skin.

'Let's begin.'

You kept your eyes open, fixated on a random cabinet against the wall in front of you as small shocks started firing at the base of your neck. They gradually intensified, and you unwillingly gasped sharply at the aching sensation building up. Still, even as you felt the slight burn of your skin under the metallic devices and the nauseating feeling of wires stretching into your flesh, it was all tolerable for now.

'Connection compatibility of subject is at thirty-five percent; slightly higher than data from previous recordings show,' calmly spoke the Doctor into what you assumed was a recorder of some type as you still concentrated on regulating your breaths and ignoring the ache slowly spreading over your shoulders. 'Compatibility variation could be caused by the time subject's cells have stayed active in the last twenty-seven years; impossible to determine the exact cause at the moment.'

Your ears started ringing and your vision blurred, making it hard for you to keep focused on what was in front or around you. You firmly grasped at the armrest, fighting the dizziness creeping at the corners of your consciousness as you felt wires crawl up to your scalp.

'Cells' responses to stimuli are sufficient and correspond to patching calibrations; no deviant reaction. No deterioration or rotting noted either.'

The world was beginning to spin and you felt like you were suffocating, the collar around your neck suddenly restraining you too much.

'Subject vitals are weaker than records show, however decline in physical aptitudes do not seem to stem from subject's compatibility, but rather its own condition.'

'Doctor,' Knives authoritative voice rung from somewhere in the room, seeming distorted as you managed to decipher what he was saying through the sickness submerging you, 'I need her functional after this.'