Ramo didnt struggle at all, walking with them. After a good 5 minutes of co-operation under the brutal treatment they started to ease up on him just a little. He walked with his head down as he was pushed into a cell, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He managed to sit lightly on the chair in the middle of the cell. He looked up slowly, then over to Akio. He called out to her lightly. "Akio... dont fight them... They are your people... If you fight them, you will end up like me... Talk to your superiors... Thats the only way..." He said quietly. "I will be here when you get back.." He said gently as the doctor came in. He asked Ramo to spin around in the chair, which he did. He slowly unwrapped the bandages and looked away. He had an infection in the one slash and all three had reopened. He grabbed some tools and began to work. As Ramo cried out in pain, he stopped. He grabbed some morphine, at which the guard stopped him, snickering. The doctor looked like he truly didnt want the Elite in pain, but the guard simply wouldnt let him drug the alien. The doctor began to work on Ramo once again. His head was held low as tears slowly dripped from hsi face, shaking, muscles tensing and untensing as peices of flesh were cut from his back. All the infected material was removed and the wounds all stitched up. Ramo looked like he was going to pass out. The doctor gave him two shots in the arm, one with antibiotics, the other with nutrients to keep him from dieing. His chest was wrapped up again, covering his back. He was left alone for a long time after that.
About two hours later he raised his head. "guard... guard..." he coughed out. "water... please..." He begged lightly.