Nightshift 49: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [M-U for Kemanorel]

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It has been said that an animal lurks within the heart of every man. In some cases, that could even be taken literally. In tonight's specimen the dragon sleeping within his heart was a literal thing, the human exterior only a deceptive facade. And masks could be so easily shattered, couldn't they? It simply took the right kind of blow in just the right place.

And tonight the stage was all prepared, the set pieces in place and the curtain about to rise as soon as the star decided to awaken. In anticipation of that event the young man had been placed on a table illuminated by a single particularly bright light above him, enough to cast the rest of the room in shadow. After all, it'd be premature to reveal the rest of the backdrops before the show began, wouldn't it?

For the moment the room was almost utterly silent but for a faint humming, buzzing sound, the sort that wasn't immediately noticed but as soon as it was became impossible to ignore. And accompanying the sound was a particularly heavy tang of ozone, as though lightning had just struck nearby. Nobody else was visible in the room as yet, no sounds of movement to give away the doctor's presence. Until the time was right she simply waited, watchful and silent.

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Keman woke gradually. For what seemed like ages—but was probably only a minute or two—the only thing that he was aware of was the aching in his head. Every heartbeat sent a new spike of discomfort jolting through his skull, right behind his eyes.

He was lying down, that much he knew. He was flat on his back against something hard and cold and he couldn’t seem to figure out why. Everything felt foggy. He’d been on the buses, hadn’t he? And then there was dinner, and then there was…nothing. Keman couldn’t remember what happened next, and thinking about it hurt. A lot. He tried opening his eyes—which was a mistake, as it turned out. The light was entirely too bright for comfort, so bright he could feel it even after his eyes were closed again. It wasn’t morning already, was it? His head was still so fuzzy.

And why couldn’t he move?

“What...?”