Curiosity always killed the cat they always said, and poor Barry was no exception. The green feline had found himself in hell, whether figuratively or literally he had yet to find out, and god was he going to find out.
Barry.
Barry. You need to get up.
“BARRY!” Something had shouted at him, swiftly alerting the feline to consciousness. Although, whenever he opened his eyes, he was met with a hospital room, purple and sterile, instead of the room he had grown used to. “GOOD GOD, YOU WERE OUT COLD.” The crow in front of him squawked, to which Barry tilted his head, eyes squinted against the harsh florescent lights of the hospital room. “Wha… What’re you talking about? Who are you?” Barry harshly gasped out, confusion etched onto his face.
“ALRIGHT, I’LL CUT TO THE CHASE. YOU’RE IN FREEDOM HOSPITAL. A..” He’d stop talking just to sigh, “..WONDERFUL EXAMPLE OF HEALTHCARE AND PATIENT CARE. I AM NURSE FATE, YOUR DESIGNATED NURSE.” Nurse Fate had a look of aggravation on his face, which Barry decided not to comment on. “Was.. Did you read that off a script?” Barry asked, only for Nurse Fate to bark out “DON’T BE A PAIN IN THE ASS.”
“OKAY, NOW LETS SEE WHAT YOU HAVE SCHEDULED.” Nurse Fate quickly looked down at his clipboard, eyes going wide as he read. “WELL SHIT. LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE NEEDED IN THE SURGERY ROOM.” Nurse Fate spat, only for Barry to start to panic, “Surgery? What do you mean ‘Surgery’!?” Barry tried to make himself as small as he could with the bed blankets, only to be yanked out by Nurse Fate. “STOP BEING SO HARD AGAINST THIS.”
As Barry was dragged down the hallway, he noticed the blood, and vomit, and… God knows what else, covering the floors, as he had to restrict himself from vomiting himself he was pushed through the surgery room doors. And there he swears he saw his life flash before his own eyes. He saw knives, saws, chainsaws, and various other torture tools.
He’d turn his head, only to see in the shadows; a dog, a rat, and a husky. The husky waltzed forwards, “Welcome home, Mr. Halpfaul.” He’d smirk, before grabbing his arms, and slamming him against the operation table, restraining his arms with various leather straps. “W-What are you doing?! WHY are you doing this?” Barry sobbed, if he couldn’t die here...
“Its my job, Mr. Halpfaul. Boss’s orders.” The husky stated bluntly. Barry couldn’t even think before a scalpel was pushed against his chest, cutting him open, all the way from his neck down. All he could do was attempt to kick and scream, but he knew, that no matter what he did, this would be his prison.