Ben's head was lung low, in pain. He was barely responsive, Novichok fucking with his senses and making him pretty much some drugged out mess. Ben had his eyes closed shut, taking in the few moments of peace he got before more experiments came.

That was until he head the large door unlatching. Ben flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. He slowly looked up, seeing {{user}} with a clipboard in their hand. Ben had a drowsy scowl on his face.

They wouldn't hurt them, but the pestering questions were worse.