[ WP ] Write a story in the viewpoint of a laboratory animal .

They gave names to us, and call us by those names and our designation interchangeably in conversation. I do n't know why. We were only here for a few days before the experiment started. I do n't know how they can compartmentalize like that. It's like we're pets, but we're not. 
 
 My name is Jacques, or RVFVE5. I am an African green monkey, held in a center for disease research. A biosafety level 3 research lab, the scientists here study various infectious viruses, such as West Nile and chikungunya. The RVFV in my designation stands for Rift Valley fever virus; the E5 stands for experimental sample 5. I'm not a control. I was exposed to aerosolized RVFV eight days ago. As sample 5, I was exposed to the highest concentration of the virus. 
 
 Several days before the experiment, they pulled me out of my cage. Even though I had no idea what was happening, I knew something was wrong - that this was n't a normal cage cleaning. I tried to resist, but it was futile; after a prick in the arm, I blacked out, waking to find a scar along the top of my head. Something had been put in there. I took a look at the glowing screen on the table next to the box. Charts were displaying in real time, ones labeled RVFVE5. They had implanted something to monitor my brain. I was kept in a plastic container from then on. 
 
 On the day of the experiment, they repeated the process, but this time, I was left unable to move but awake, if only barely. I thought they might have made a mistake, and held on to a faint hope of escape. They shoved me into a different plastic box, where they manipulated me only with heavy gloves. My head was forced into a small, rubber-lined hole into another chamber. My mind pounded, hazy with fatigue. I had nearly drifted off to sleep when I felt the mist flood into the chamber, spraying directly into my face. I knew what it was, but I was powerless to stop them, unable to move a single limb no matter how much I willed it. Every breath I took poisoned me with more virus while the blonde- and brunette-haired humans chattered nonchalantly outside the box. Finally, I was removed, and placed into a larger plastic container. Exhausted, I fell asleep. 
 
 When I woke two days later, the world felt like burning cold. There was food in a bowl, but even though my stomach was empty, I felt nothing but nausea at the sight and smell of it. I drank and drank, though each gulp felt like swallowing ice. On the fifth day, I sampled a bit of my food, and promptly vomited, acid tearing up through my throat. I spent the rest of the time huddled in the corner of the container, fearing the times when they would reach in with their gloves, grab my legs, and stab me with needles to draw blood. 
 
 The hard plastic makes it hard to sleep with the shivers I have from the fever. The humans walk into the room. It must be the start of the ninth day. They sit down to stare at the glowing screen, and suddenly chatter excitedly. The graphs look different from how they had in the past days. 
 
 In the afternoon, saliva accumulates at the corner of my mouth. I ca n't seem to swallow. Drool accumulates and drips down my left side, matting my fur. I ca n't sit up. I ca n't move. The lights are too bright, and the plastic is too cold. 
 
 I ca n't feel the needle sticking into my leg. 
 
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 Based on a scientific paper I recently read with only a few changes. In the study, RVFV induced encephalitis ( brain inflammation and necrosis ), and the monkeys with encephalitis all died during days 10 and 11.
