Night 66: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Kurogane]

[damned_doctors]

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Perhaps it was an overused phrase, but it remained true since the phrase had first been spoken. Competent assistance was hard to come by these days, even in the medical field. It was a shame really, but the doctor supposed she could see the irony of it all, what with her latest subject laid out on the operating table.

Kurogane, or Youou, or even Aiden Cross for that matter, knew all about that. People let you down from the insignificant to the gargantuan. You just couldn't trust people these days, but that was a discussion best left untouched, at least until Sleeping Beauty woke up. Until then, the woman was thoroughly examining her utensils, having already noticed she was missing an important instrument.

To her, written instructions seemed to be rather fool-proof. A nurse is given a list to fill, and yet here she was having to do someone else's job for them. What kind of professionalism were they showcasing to these patients when they didn't look prepared? It was frustrating to say the least, but one she was sure her guinea pig could sympathize with. Forming a bond between patient and doctor was certainly any professional's dream.

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[damned_doctors]

Her waxy red lips pinched at the sides and dimpled her cheeks as she huffed lightly at his display of bravado. "Suit yourself," the doctor remarked amiably enough, tossing the bit onto the rolling table beside her. Without the rubber bit it did make the experiment all the more enjoyable as the man damaged himself out of misplaced spite or machismo. Men were so funny that way.

"I would say hold on tight, but, well," she laughed above him, eyeing the restraints that kept him in place from head to toe. "It looks like you've got that covered." Without further ado, or any more hilarious puns, she flipped the switch and started the current of electricity flowing into his body. It flooded every bundle, every fibrous chord of nerves that connected his entire body to his brain. The doctor focused on the spasmodic reaction of his muscle in his arm from shoulder to fingers, making sure none of it was dead tissue. Still, she couldn't help but enjoy the way his body seized like a drowning fish. That was always a delightful bonus to her experiments.

[seekingmystrength]

The ninja may have seemed to be calm, if aggravated over the situation, however he had remained on guard the moment his thoughts had cleared. He couldn't know what she was intending to do to him, but he was prepared regardless and would keep control where he was able.

Refusing the bit, however small an action, was something he took as a victory. A short-lived one as any thoughts of triumph went flying from his head along with anything others he may have had.

One flipped switch and Kurogane may as well not have even been introduced to what was happening to him - all explanations had been wasted breaths on the doctor's part. Only his body reacted now, jerking against the restraints wildly with the flowing currents. Whatever control he'd intended to either keep or take was gone.

[damned_doctors]

Soon enough the current was disconnected, and the doctor began pulling the stimulus disks off his arm and into a sanitary receptacle beside her.

"What a trooper you are! Didn't even scream once, I am thoroughly impressed." Her smile was as delightfully sadistic as before as she complimented him. Truth be told, most patients seemed to lose the capacity to scream when electrocuted. It made the body clench down, tightening the vocal chords as well. But as an empathetic doctor, she certainly knew that comforting the patients was an important part of recovery.

"Well, it is safe to say that the transplant is working perfectly. No signs of any dead cells... This is wonderful news!" As she cooed over the handiwork, the doctor wheeled the machine away and came back with another, this one was tucked in front of his head so he couldn't see it from any angle. "When some people lose a limb, they swear they can feel the phantom pain of the leg or arm they lost. Curious, isn't it? It is mystifying how little we truly know about the human brain, or perhaps such pain comes from that dark hole in our hearts we call a soul... Do you think your father can still feel the itch of his limb he lost to you? Can you feel your father? I'm sure he is still a part of you spiritually..." She was talking to no one in particular, it just helped the process of deduction as she began prepping. Soon enough, though, her cheerful banter turned solemn.

"Tell me, Kurogane," the doctor continued beside her bound patient. "Is your friend Fai still with you? Spiritually, I mean!" Her laughter certainly suggested the ambiguity was purposeful.