The amount of sedatives and tranquilizers they used on him daily was more than enough to kill several humans but even with that much he regained consciousness once in a while.
In the select few moments he had control over his body and mind and the pain had subsided enough for him to use them he wouldn't think of where he was or what was happening. That only made the pain worse. He tried to think of her. He just couldn't understand how one as caring and gentle as she had come from a race that had become vile enough to do such things to any living thing, most youkai were not even that cruel. When he had still cared he found it hard to believe that they were human, and couldn't comprehend how humans could have become what they were now. The memories of her love and kindness were all that kept his mind alive.
As his vision became sharper he looked upon a figure looking at him through the unbreakable glass. It was scored with claw marks from when he still had the will to try and escape this hellhole and still had claws to cut with.
One of them entered the square brightly lit white room and came to stand next to him. He looked at the wraithish white cloaked figure with sunken and hollowed out golden eyes. By now he had regained enough strength to move his mouth, though he could do little more than grunt much less speak due to a steel muzzle clamped around his mouth and reaching down his throat.
They had tried to remove his fangs as well but they kept growing back too quickly, it took less than half a day whereas it took the claws around two weeks. Nonetheless it seemed to him that they delighted in ripping them out and doing other things that seemed like pointless torture to him.
He had experienced things so horrible that it disgusted him to know that he shared blood with these things that called themselves humans, the vile things. His vision had cleared enough to make out facial features on the figure clad in white standing next to the hard table he was strapped to.
He could tell now that it was an older man with glasses on, something Kagome had told him that people with bad eyes used. The man reached behind Inuyasha's head and unbuckled the steel muzzle and extracted it from his throat. Inuyasha slowly closed a mouth that hadn't been able to close for weeks, ran his tongue over the sores caused by the sharp device they kept in his mouth and throat to keep him from moving his head, speaking or biting.
Next came the rods that had been inserted deep into his ear canals as a further way to keep the half demon from moving. Sounds filled the delicate ears that had not heard in weeks. Inuyasha felt his sense of smell returning, though the only thing he could smell was the human nearby him and the acrid stench of the place he was kept.
Inuyasha then felt the front half of the steel and kevlar (super fabric 7 times stronger than steel) body clamp lifting away. He was now able to fully expand his dry lungs and he felt the strength of the oxygen allow him to feel his lower arms and legs.
The once spirited and stubborn half demon attempted to speak but his throat was completely dry. I.V.s and other tubes were pulled from skin colored a sickly grey white from lack of sunlight and circulation. He felt something forcing itself down his throat which coated it with moisture. His throat muscles involuntarily swallowed from the moisture after being parched for so long. Even the steel collar around his neck binding him to the table was removed, allowing arteries to circulate enough blood to recover all of his senses.
He willed himself to move, to move for the first time in he didn't know how long. His fingers twitched but that was all he could manage. He felt a small prick in his arm, something he had grown accustomed to. From it warmth spread throughout his entire body and he felt the ability to move returning to him. He willed his arms to move and slowly arms that no longer felt as if they were his twitched and finally moved. He brought his claws in front of his face to see that they were no longer claws. The nail part of his claws had been completely removed sometime earlier, but had grown back maybe a fifth of an inch giving him a thin line of nail on each finger.
He willed himself to move his neck and back but there was something resisting. He just didn't have the strength. "don't try that yet. Your spine has calcium buildup and you'll need alot of therapy to get over what those imbusiles did to you." the man who was releasing him said.
"wh...who ....... how am I.... am I allowed to... to...." Inuyasha tried to speak but couldn't quite manage it after being paralyzed for so long. "I am a doctor who helped with the research for your case. You are being set free. Your test results came in and it was concluded that your DNA was at least half human so you were able to be classified as such. By the time anyone knew you were here those Imbusiles that did this to you were able to keep you here on the grounds that you were a new species which didn't have protection laws. The bastards have been making millions of dollars off of you."
Inuyasha blinked repeatedly and again willed himself to move his neck. Sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of cracks and resistance but he then felt something give and he was able to move his neck and part of his spine. Under normal circumstances he would have considered it very painful but he couldn't feel pain anymore, he was numbed from feeling too much of it in the past few weeks. He was going to leave this hellhole.
He was going to see her again and see the sun and smell the grass and be free again. The thought of seeing her again was what gave him the strength to break away the resistance on the rest of his spine and his joints. "can I.. see her now?" Inuyasha managed to get out.
"right now I doubt you can walk. Even though you're a.... whatever you are I doubt you can." the man said. Inuyasha wasn't listening though. He was going to get up and leave this place and see her. He was going to feel the sun again. He flailed a bit regaining control of muscles that had been unused for many weeks and managed to turn on his side. After a brief rest from this strain he sat up only by sheer force of will.
And then he saw her. Looking at him from the other side of the glass scored with claw marks, was the one that had kept him sane. She had her hands and face pressed against the glass and was mouthing something, but he couldn't hear her. Tears were running down her face. He managed to push himself from the table to his feet on the floor but immediatly collapsed.
He lay there a few seconds and then dragged himself to the door, which the man had already opened and was now helping him move towards. The moment he was out of the room which he hadn't been allowed to leave for what seemed like an eternity she was upon him, sobbing into his white hospital gown and squeezing him so tight his newly revived body grew warm again. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and whispered "Kagome.." and then blacked out.