Doctor loved all his patients. In the same way a young boy
the fly he slowly tears the wings off of.
them all by name (sometimes only by the ones he assigned to them),
by room number, and by affliction. He could list off every detail
about their treatments or their surgeries, because he had a
in them all. He was very adamant about that--no one else was to
his patients but himself and his assistant. Only he loved them,
he knew them, and only he hand-selected his associates.
patient he loved the most had, for some reason, decided to break
out. Perhaps he just didn't fully appreciate the Good Doctor's
Or, perhaps his psychological problems had finally gone beyond what
be helped. It was a terrible thing, really.
would have it, however, he had managed to find a second favorite
She had been a troubled girl from a number of foster homes, finally
run away and wound up rather close to the hospital. The poor
was half starved and freezing by the time he'd found her, hanging onto
life with little more than a thoughtless biological drive. It was
exactly the sort of thing he had been seeking.
nothing exceptional planned for that morning. A bit of a dull
admission, really--but rounds were to be made, and perhaps the Good
could assist one of his patients and make the day that much more
Up and down the main halls, he checked clipboards, peeked inside the
with windows, making certain everyone was behaving exactly as he had
then he typed his digital code into the panel of the sealed-off area,
three solid steel doors slowly sliding back one by one. The first
thing he heard, aside from the hiss of the doors as they sealed right
him, was his assistant's overly loud curse even through the door of the
locked room a ways down the hall. The vulgarity, really--what on
earth was he yelling at? The sound was coming from--oh.
Not a surprise.
rush, of course. It was always nice to see her wear herself out
his assistant first. Quite amusing, really. Though this
by the cries, was a little more harsh than the usual faire.
the fuck did you have to do it twice, goddammit?!"
heard his assistant, Mr. Taylor, shouting in a shrill pitch.
you're that much of a prick, Robbie!" Number One-Thirty-One spewed
swiped and accepted, the Good Doctor entered the fray with a decidedly
smug look on his face... which melted away at the realization that his
treasured assistant was curled within himself, grasping at his left
and holding it to his chest.
broke two fingers!" Taylor cried, hardly hearing the sound of the shut
door over the blood rushing in his ears and his own pain-filled
girl stood in the corner as if nothing had happened, as casual as any
But yes, there was that self-satisfied expression that she didn't
hiding after she'd done something that was not sanctioned nor in any
that, the Good Doctor would not allow to get by so easily. No, he
hadn't planned on beginning her procedures so soon... but it seemed she
was simply getting out of hand. "You're just a little bit too
He spat, trying to keep his temper under control. "I think I'll
to remove a small part of your brain to make this process easier."
look of fear ran like a lightning bolt through her eyes--she knew he
threatening. He was already planning to do it. She could
him, easy. She'd already wounded his beloved assistant... but
seen the other patients fight. The fucking armies that had come
darted for the door, knowing full well that she likely wouldn't make it
past her room, but there was no way she couldn't fight it. There
could be a chance, just a chance...
blare of the alarm was instantaneous as she kicked with all her might
the panel just next to the knob. Worse yet, she had to kick twice
more before the damn lock gave way--and that definitely made it too
late for her. She'd barely made it into the hallway before around
two dozen guards swarmed her, using not entirely gentle "non-violent
to render her completely helpless.
walking ever so casually to stand right in front of her was that
self-righteous prick of a "doctor"... only smiling. Full of
absolutely confident in his decision, getting ready to cut a piece of
fucking brain out--
was all she could do, but it was definitely enough. They hadn't
she'd be fighting anymore, and certainly not with her arms so snug and
painful behind her back. She felt the crack of his knee
certain as she heard it with a mild flinch. He fell, alright--but
not all the way down. One kick, one single, strong, reassuring
of the guards not immediately associated with holding her back rushed
the doctor's side, helping him to stand. He waved them off,
Nothing too severe, but enough to hurt for a long while. "Just
that, we'll make sure you get the slow acting sedatives."
one hell of a parade trying to get her to the operating room.
The Good Doctor hobbled angrily well ahead of the rest, consisting of a
mob of guards--some armed with tazers, others with full-on guns--and
very pissed off girl in the middle.
that any of that mattered when they finally did get her through the
Seeing the operating table for the first time pretty much knocked the
of the fight right out of her. Not all the fetish catalogs in all
the world could have prepared her for the sheer horror of the
lining almost every inch of the steel making up the bulk of the table,
not even to mention the literal warehouse of cabinets containing
of tools that she only then discovered that she was not ready to know
Hell had nothing on the doctor's playground.
their opportunity, the guards lifted then slammed her against the
holding her limbs with practiced precision. When the full scope
what was going to happen finally hit her, she thrashed around like a
animal... but it was for nothing. She fought until she felt like
her heart may actually give out, her chest heaving to the point of
that, too, was strapped tightly against the table's surface.
with their work, the Good Doctor dismissed the guards to their regular
posts. He didn't even bother gloating over his glorious victory
his new favorite project, electing instead to immediately prepare the
So much pride he held in his expertise to mix the drugs to utter
He took her weight, height, blood type, eating and drinking habits into
account to make the perfect combination; it would paralyze her before
else, only allowing her to slip into total unconsciousness well after
was already into the process. Oh yes. She may not
remember these things, but he'd make sure to remind her of what would
were she to ever be so rude again. Not that he had any plans to
that to happen.
prep and not bothering with an alcohol pad, he thrust the needle into
arm and delighted at her ear-splitting string of curses. A simple
thrust of the plunger, and he pulled the bloody contraption aside into
the waste bin. Turning to his main cabinet, he felt the warm buzz
of pride and satisfaction rise once again. "Now, I had warned you
about doing things like that. Mr. Taylor was only coming in to
had meant to counter that statement with a scathing comment,
found her tongue unable. In fact, her eyes weren't quite widening
in shock, either... No, fuck no...
maniac kept talking as he snapped his surgical gloves into place.
"And now I'm going to have to dull someone that could have been
smart and sensible. That does make me sad." He turned then,
walking toward her.
body had turned to clay, limbs heavier and heavier until there was
no struggle left in her. Her eyelids were leaded, but
they would not close all the way. As he moved in front of her to
adjust the lights, she clearly identified the skull saw in his other
heard it's shrill scream as he powered it up for show.
perfect and drugs having taken their toll, he leaned over the
body and decided he'd just give her a little cut to suffer
After all, he had to shave and cleanse the area first... but he did
her to feel pain, fear beyond her wildest dreams. Bringing the
in close enough for her to feel the subtle fanning of air from the
Definitely some loud clattering going on outside. The Good Doctor
cursed in his mind, grumbling distastefully. It was certainly no
time for the guards to be fooling around, let alone...
her drugged state of mind, there was only a sound... some light, some
some... motion from a place where there shouldn't have been any,
Heavily lidded as her eyes were, as totally as the drugs had begun to
over... still, there was... it was... another form, definitely.
a human... tall, skinny, but... and then something said... more
a screeching sound of some kind... her vision blurred quickly, falling
into fuzzy shards of light. Then darkness.
boiled up in her throat, her mouth opened, her body sat suddenly and
there was hardly a sound. Sweat covered her skin... but so did a
blanket. An honest to god blanket. Cotton, by the
feel. Cotton--it was a word that she repeated over and
again in her
mind to keep her sane. That dream had been... more than a
She knew that for certain. But how much had been real, and how
a drug-induced nightmare was unclear.
stomach was weighted with... something unfamiliar. Not
natural, by the feel of it. It wasn't sickness, wasn't alcohol...
but just as bad and unfortunately more powerful. She should lay
down--but she couldn't. This place was utterly unfamiliar, and
sound. Outside the door. Almost silent, but... no, she knew
she'd heard something. And again. Quiet, soft...
Coming closer. Glancing around hurriedly, she couldn't find a
thing that resembled a weapon--wait. Lamp. She reached for
the lamp at her bedside, but instantly found that doing so was not
a good idea. The room spun and her arm fell back to her side as
it were a lifeless object, the very act of moving it too quickly
an almost numbing effect. Not good. Not good at all.
had been enough to distract her from the footsteps, already having
the door by the time she was able to think about defending herself
There was nothing she could do, the idea of even darting out of the bed
completely out of the question. She only watched, meticulously,
the door slowly creaked open, flooding the barest hint of light into
room. Gazing through squinted eyes, she made note that the figure
paused, no doubt looking back at her--making note that the shadowed
was far from the short, squat figure of the doctor's. At least
was that much...
in the doorway, the silhouette held its hands up as if to show her that
it was unarmed. From that angle, it was easily male... or at
so it would appear to her. She tilted her head, watching... at
he didn't know her limbs were totally useless. She hoped.
motion was studied carefully, the light pouring in just enough to
a shadowed male face.
walking into the bedroom, he picked up the pad of paper and pencil on
dresser by the door and wrote something. Satisfied it was
he slowly approached the bed, then tossed the pad the few feet left
them. No need to make her feel any more afraid and uncomfortable
than she undoubtedly did already.
between the paper and the man, she held the page close enough to make
the letters in the dark, reading in a very simple but business elegant
script, "Hello. Long story short, you'll be safe here to
took a moment to stare at the guy now that she was able to take a
look. He kinda reminded her of an English gardener for no
reason at all... wait, must be the sweater. It was a light rust
now that her eyes were beginning to adjust (kind of showing off his
ear-length brown hair), just a little too big, ragged, with a collared
shirt showing slightly underneath. The black khakis kind of added
to the image--but the fuzzy tiger striped slippers seemed distinctly
somehow. It was just... funny. She could only have assumed
that he heard her earlier, and that was his reason for looking
but... "Are you deaf?"
shook his head, a little relieved that she seemed... more or less at
At least she still had the mental functions to carry on a
That meant the Good Doctor hadn't gotten far in her "progression".
she inquired, curious.
was a little harder to answer. He motioned for the paper, glad to
see her chuck it accurately at him. Motor skills were also in
He'd gotten her out just in time. Flipping to the next page, he
again, then tossed it back.
was an odd way to communicate, for her. But that was okay. "For
all intents and purposes. It's too much to explain
in the morning."
you wouldn't mind explaining later?" she felt the need to clarify.
gave her a thumbs-up with a bit of a smile. She was the only
patient of the Good Doctor's that he'd discovered still "whole".
nodded. "Well... good-night."
was a little odd, granted... but he gave a wave in return.
that she was going to be alright, he pulled the door closed on his way
out... and went to bed himself.