No more BLOOD

The sun struggled to impregnate the white prison of medicine and misery. No, not a trace of free air or smiling sunshine could penetrate these cold stone walls as Mahera slept with eyes wide open. Captivity does strange things to the human mind; it blurs out any activity, forsakes hope and forces time to reach an extreme standstill, nothing remains except the past.
A slight, phlegmatic nurse, whose nametag read Lisa, walked toward Mahera. She was used to the chaos that was to follow -- it had become routine for over four months. As the nurse approached closer, Mahera's eyes dilated wider. First, a gasp of horror, then hyperventilating, and then as the pale Lisa stood filling a syringe with sickly green liquid, came the agonised shriek that pierced the ear drums and attacked the brain directly. Luckily enough for the nurse, Mahera's movements were restricted by various pins and tubes probed into her. The nurse quickly slipped in the needle, emptied the syringe and hearing the invalid's defeated sigh, walked toward other writhing victims.
This war was meant to be a war without blood -- the first of its kind. Gentlemen and their "civil war"; this time around emphasising on the civility -- not only promising to drop bombs but also to tend to the wounded as their own. Little did the people know that they were going to be exploited as human guinea pigs. Indeed not a single drop of blood was to drip from the bodies of any civilian.
"Subject 14B8… Subject 14B8."
Mahera fought against the effects of the drug to open her eyes. Her heartbeat quickened. A tall Caucasian male with shocking reddish-orange hair was being dragged by two nurses. His head sank deep into his chest, just a bag of bones; in spite of that she could not mistake his distinctive hair and his deformed hand -- a result of excess radiation when they hurried to "safety".
Kyle – "Subject 14B8" -- was held in the middle of the narrow ward, within visual and audible range of almost all the others. She tried to move, but not even superhuman strength could have surmounted the toxins of the drug. A doctor with firm, heavy steps strode into the ward. A sinister smile shone in his eyes; the atmosphere changed to stupefied terror. Some people tend to thrive in the stench of disinfectant and disheartenment.
"Clause 54, Subsection B, Laws of War: No more blood must be shed of the innocent [2034]" -- the doctor quoted defiantly, "don't misinterpret us, we are good men, we abide by the law."
The dimmed light of life in Kyle's eyes was terminated as the good doctor slashed open his carotid arteries. Everything within a mile radius froze in absolute fear. Not a sound escaped her lips, as she watched dust trickle from Kyle's neck, like that of an hourglass. She could feel her dry throat. She forced herself to look at herself, at all those "patients" around her. Doom hit home as she realised just what was going to be done to them all.
Finally, wars with no blood.