Hope just curled up un-moving. Maybe if they thought he was dead, they would put him somewhere were he really could die. But he needed water, as his tongue was dry and so was his nose. Hauling his small self up, he lapped up the tiny bit of water. A creaking sound was heard, and he was snatched up. The words were quiet as the humans muttered and he was placed on the all to known table. "Please no. You did this yesterday, please. Some food." He whimpered, but the whimpers of a dog only caused the humans to laugh. He heard other dogs in cage mutter pity to him, and he felt the same warmth when the dogs spoke to him. He was dropped on the table, and held roughly. Hope whimpered and attempted a feeble howl in pain, as injections were shot into him.
Hope was heaving his breath as it finished and they left him on the table. They left the room, as he was to tired to escape. But dam'n tried, wriggling off the table. He landed heavily, but hauled himself to his paws. He stumbled and tripped, but stuck his face out of the open door. He just tried to run, blindly his eyes closed.