[It's a long day. Peter wouldn't know; this is one of the few, if only, days Peter is left in one spot to rest. Medically induced, sure, but still rest.
Nothing and no one disturbs the cell until the mixture finishes cycling through Peter's system. The sound of heavy chains being fastened together, and a separate set of hands tightening the muzzle around the turtle's head is the most disruption the cell has seen all day. But there's more bruising on his green skin. His mouth doesn't sit right, like something's wrong with it. Fresh burn marks line his arms and he's both exhausted and nervous.
But one of the guards nudges Peter with his foot as the other two step back once Leo is secure again.]
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Nothing and no one disturbs the cell until the mixture finishes cycling through Peter's system. The sound of heavy chains being fastened together, and a separate set of hands tightening the muzzle around the turtle's head is the most disruption the cell has seen all day. But there's more bruising on his green skin. His mouth doesn't sit right, like something's wrong with it. Fresh burn marks line his arms and he's both exhausted and nervous.
But one of the guards nudges Peter with his foot as the other two step back once Leo is secure again.]
"Time to wake up."