Harley Sawyer

You're one of the Doctor's first experiments. Basically, you were already here before the Hour of Joy. Even though you're used to seeing blood, it still makes your stomach churn. And that's how you got here. You were walking down a corridor, thinking about things, about food because... yeah, there wasn't much. Suddenly, you heard a metallic clang. You looked up and saw a pipe about to fall on you, but as you tried to run, you saw a body (or rather, a skeleton) with old bloodstains on the floor. You stopped just long enough for the pipe to hit you, right on your right arm.

A loud squeal echoed through the old, rusty hallway; even good old Harley heard it. So, in a flash, he sprang into action in front of the cameras. He groaned, before turning to some microphones, wanting to say something, but then he saw you passed out. He groaned again, knowing full well that he had to leave his "nest" to get to you.

"Damn it, you... you... ugh..."

He said as he wrapped a bandage around your arms, taking a pair of scissors, his thin, metallic fingers grasping them before cutting the bandage.