#cw medical horror

[hiirenvirna]

VS. MOB RAT

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[samaeljigoku]

Silent Hill nurses and medical monsters, drawn mostly from memory - mixed media sketch. Click for better quality, Tumblr blurred it a little.

[mumpkins-art]

how did Mina survive the autopsy? how did they get her to be still enough to do that? im thinking cartoon logic or they didn't remove her organs they just opened her up looked inside looked at the acid organ?? and closed it??? im sorry im just so THIS IDEA

YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY IT LOL.

In the OG they just opened her up and didn't touch any of her vital organs. They just investigated the acid organ and closed her up.

The new design is PURELY cartoon logic.

[crucifixi]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TESTING A WEAPON

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His gloved hands picked up a scalpel, its sharp edge gleaming under the artificial light. It was a necessary evil, Conrad had convinced himself. For the advancement of their research, sacrifices needed to be made.

Wolfwood's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, his face betraying no hint of fear or apprehension. His breaths were steady, his gaze steady. He was ready.

Conrad began, the scalpel making its initial incision with clinical precision. It was a slow process, one that Conrad was well versed in. Every movement, every cut, was deliberate, calculated.

The blade press under the cuff, blood beading up fast from the nearby vessel before with one swift move cutting open the tender flesh down to the arm fold.

Carefully Wolfwood braced himself for the pain as the scalpel dug into his flesh. He forced himself not to scream and his pain tolerance is high but that doesn’t mean he’s numb.

A sharp intake of breath was the only outward sign that Wolfwood felt any discomfort. He wasn't fidgeting or wincing, his jaw set in grim determination. His attention remained on the ceiling.

Conrad made another cut, this one following the edge of the cuff to where the flesh met the bone, severing a sinewy piece of the underlying tissue. His hands moved quickly, almost automatically, the blade moving with practiced ease to follow the curvature of the bone.

There was a flash of light as the blade hit the bone, and then Conrad paused, letting Wolfwood's arm rest on the table. He let out a heavy breath, and then took the next step.

He carefully held up the thin piece of bone he'd cut from Wolfwood's arm, examining it closely.

"Good. This bone looks strong. Now we move to the other side..."

Wolfwood felt sick.

His gaze never left the ceiling as his thoughts continued to race. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His eyes closed for a moment, his brows furrowed.

Conrad held up the next piece of the arm, making Wolfwood's stomach lurch.

"Good. This one is...a bit thinner. Interesting, the serum should have done it job. Let’s see.."

He began to pick up another scalpel, a different blade than the one he had used. This was a smaller, thinner blade, but still as sharp as the other.

Wolfwood clenched his jaw again as the scalpel made the first incision in the skin and then he couldn't help but hiss at the pain as Conrad cut down through the muscles and tendons. It was agony. The pain was excruciating but the worst part of it all was that he knew how much it was hurting Conrad too.

The skin began to peel back as Conrad moved the scalpel through the layers of skin, exposing the glistening pink meat underneath. Wolfwood found that he couldn't look. He had seen this part of the process before, and each time it was no less unpleasant to see.

His jaw was clenched as he continued to stare at the ceiling, trying to stay focused on something else.

Conrad cut through the meat with clinical precision, blood oozing out as he moved the blade further under the flesh.

The bone itself was in good condition, and so Conrad went for the other cuff, this time without hesitation. He was determined to finish this as soon as possible. He wanted to be back to work on the tissue.

It was a long and tedious process, but eventually, he got through both of them. Both arms were completely exposed, their musculature and bones glistening with fresh blood.

"Now, we have to put a temporary dressing on these so that we don't damage them. And then, I have some work to do."

He took a cloth and dabbed at Wolfwood's exposed arm, trying to clean some of the blood off.

The blood was warm and thick. Wolfwood tried not to move his arms as much as he could because even that felt like he was tearing them off. He just had to grit his teeth and bear it.

His breaths were shallow as he watched Conrad take his arm and put a dressing on it. The material was cold, but not enough to distract him from the burning pain.

"I can't wait to get my hands on that tissue. The regeneration rate is astounding, it's like nothing I've seen before."

Wolfwood swallowed hard. "And it's all in my arms?"

"Not all of it. There's plenty left in your abdomen,"

Conrad said bluntly, reaching out for a small syringe. "We're going to need test more of serum, so we'll just need to do that."

He moved over to Wolfwood's abdomen, making the first incision along his ribcage. The blade was sharp, slicing through the layers of skin and muscle with ease, and with no hesitation or worry about how much pain he was putting Wolfwood in.

"Hold still," Conrad ordered, his eyes locked on the incision. He pushed aside the skin and muscle with a pair of long forceps, pulling open the abdomen, exposing the glistening pink tissue underneath.

"Yes, this serum is a great improvement over the last batch," Conrad mused, reaching for a larger syringe.

Wolfwood let out a heavy sigh and tried to ignore the pain he was feeling.

He glanced over at the man in charge. His fingers tightened around the armrests as the incision was made. Conrad was being careful. That much was good. However, Wolfwood felt like this man had no remorse whatsoever for what he was doing to Wolfwood.

Wolfwood swallowed hard and did as he was told, holding still as the incision was made. His eyes widened and he let out a soft breath, looking up at the ceiling again.

Conrad leaned down, pressing a needle to one of the small vessels within the tissue. He squeezed it gently, blood beginning to flow from it as he watched it, fascinated.

He took a scalpel from the table, cutting off some of the tissue and placing it on a slide, sliding it over to one of his microscopes.

" Nicholas. You've been quiet for a while," Conrad said, not looking away from the slide as he worked.

Wolfwood didn't respond. He continued to stare at the ceiling, ignoring the burning feeling in his arms. His mind drifted to something more pleasant.

The orphanage — the kids that he use watch and play with happy just waiting for his return. Crybaby Livio hugging the life of out him for being gone for so long.

Livio's smile and his bright eyes.

He felt a pang in his chest as his mind wandered to the kids. He wondered how they were. Did they remember him? Had he made enough money to take them away?

He thought about their faces. Their laughter and smiles. Livio. He wanted to see him. He blinked and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh.

Conrad glanced up from his microscope, examining Wolfwood carefully. His gaze lingered on his eyes for a moment, before turning his attention back to the tissue.

"Hm. Interesting," Conrad murmured, running a finger over the sample on the slide.

"Look like the growth rate of the cells here, they're multiplying at a phenomenal rate, and the blood vessels seem to be expanding as well," He continued, as though talking to himself.

Wolfwood's mind began to wander again. The kids, the orphanage, everything was going to be okay. He had to be strong, so that he could protect them.

His eyes opened slowly as he heard Conrad. He frowned slightly, looking at the other man, listening to what he was saying.

Conrad was moving away from the table now, putting away his microscope.

"Now I need to get a sample of the growth hormone," He said, reaching into the small refrigerator to pull out a test tube and a small bottle.

Wolfwood watched him for a moment, wondering what he was going to do next, before turning his attention back to the ceiling.

Conrad brought over a long needle, filling it with the fluid from the test tube. He leaned down over Wolfwood's abdomen again, ready to make his next incision.

"This time I'll be making a different kind of incision,"

He explained, carefully pulling apart the skin and muscle. Wolfwood couldn't help but cringe as Conrad opened his abdomen. The flesh parted easily under the blade, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable to see or feel.

He watched as the needle was put into his flesh, the contents of the test tube being injected into the muscle tissue of his stomach.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. Conrad let the needle stay for a moment, before slowly removing it and covering the wound again. He stitched up the flesh as quickly as he could, sealing the incision. He finished quickly, and then removed the gloves.

He took the scalpel again and moved around to Wolfwood's back. This would be the last incision he needed to make.

He leaned in again, making the incision.

It didn't take long, and when he was done, he began to stitch up the back, trying to finish quickly, his thoughts returning to the tissue.

"Nicholas," Conrad said again, his tone still casual, " We're almost done here. The test is going well. I think we've gotten everything we need from this tissue sample. The serum is almost complete."

Wolfwood looked over at him. His eyes were tired, the circles under them darker than normal. He watched Conrad carefully, not saying a word.

Conrad returned to the table, carefully placing the sample into a plastic bag.

"I'll be right back, I have to go get a sample from one of the other test subjects."

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Rosy got more than I would have thought

Starline got almost the entire sheet

BINGO!

The hedgehog is worth study, but also obviously difficult to rely on. Especially considering his current arrangement with Scourge. Perhaps

And as much as he would like to slice her open and figure out here that strength comes from, it's really not worth the effort....

But Starline, on the other hand... oh, Doctor, if you could just put your ego to the side and see the world through his eyes, he could show you enlightenment....

[virtualmish]

Medic has a somewhat unusual charm...

[lessapander]

I've had some really weird dreams lately.

The worst one, I had a dream that I had an ectopic pregnancy, but specifically that the foetus was developing in my left calf muscle and nowhere even close to the womb. Everybody was horrified that I want to remove it/abort the whole process, and I couldn't figure out why. I mean, it was in my goddamn leg? It can't get out on its own. It can't develop into an independent organism. It's just a weird clot in my leg. At one point I threatened to self-amputate from the knee because the doctors were adamant that I let "nature run its course" instead of aborting.

And in another dream, I couldn't tie my shoes. I do not remember any of the dream otherwise, and it's very mundane compared to the weird ectopic calf foetus, but I was so frustrated and furious that I could not tie any pair of shoes I put on. I tried wearing a pair of half-boots with a zipper on the ankle instead, and the zipper pull just broke off in my hand.

[gothpossums]

a vivisection of me done by god for all to see

[samaeljigoku]

♰☠♰ CW: Blood, gore ----------

The medically, maniacally gruesome Cioccolata and Secco, no Oasis - mixed media drawing. Don't worry, he will fix him... those aren't even his organs, they're "borrowed" from another of their patients...

[ao-xingyume1987]

( x )

[120daysofsodomm]

ffo_art

[behindthescreamz]

katharine isabelle as mary mason in a publicity photoshoot for “american mary” (2012)

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Hunter has many questions and slight concerns about this result.

BINGO!

Ruthless Pursuit of Knowledge? A curious thing for the little savage to have checked off. Maybe he can be of some use, either through work or on the operating table....

[deadboystims]

🧪 ┊ herbert west (re-animator) stimboard with green and themes of science

sources : 1 , 2 , 3 ┊ 4 , 5 , 6 ┊ 7 , 8 , 9

[usbussy]

clinically thorough

[gothpossums]

last words of a shooting star