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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[seekingmystrength]

When they'd last taken him, the resulting struggle had been hell for the orderlies as Kurogane had made sure of. This time though, they'd been much better prepared. The ninja had been there a long time and had done more than enough for them to know how he reacted. And, unfortunately, how much sedative it took to drop him. That was how they'd taken him so quickly this time, pretending to take his roommate instead and, in the resulting protest, drugging him with little effort.

Kurogane knew he'd lost this battle long before his mind slid out of a drug-addled rest. He'd let himself get taken, and he was pretty sure the kid had gone down for him having not expected as much. He might have even been taken as well. Kurogane would not have put it past Landel; this was how that bastard worked.

He cursed in his mind, yet did not let words sound as his response to awakening in the dark yet again. Words had done little the last time he'd found himself in such a position, so instead he chose to get his bearing. The restraints he could already feel locking his head in place and after gripping his fists to test, he found the same restrictions at his arms.

Damn he thought, opening his eyes finally without bothering to test any lower restraints. There was no point in trying.

This was how things worked.