Characters: Jamie Madrox, Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Jamie has a run-in with the good doctor.
Warning(s): Questionable medical ethics
The cold of the metal table was seeping through the thin scrubs they'd made him change into, chilling him to the bone. Hands knotted together in his lap, he twisted his ring absently, gray eyes scanning the bright, impossibly clean room. Nerves had led him to scrub his skin nearly raw, the skin angry and fading pink from the scalding water he'd used.
Never signed up for lab rat, he thought with a tinge of irony and also of hysteria, the cold of the room worming its way into his veins. Scare tactics from a man and woman long gone floated into his thoughts, not helping to calm him any. Neither did his silent mantra.
They're just copies. Not people. Not me. They don't matter. They're just copies. Not--
Jamie started as the door to the lab opened.