Night 53: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Elle Bishop]
Unlike most patients, this set-up would likely be familiar to Elle Bishop. Or so the doctor had assumed, at least. Even when she was only a child, she'd been examined and tested for her ability. Taking her back to those days probably wasn't the nicest of things to do be doing, but the doctor also didn't get paid to be nice.
Fully outfitted in a suit that would guarantee that her electricity would do him no damage, the doctor watched the girl's sleeping face pensively. They didn't usually allow patients to use their abilities during sleep studies, but Elle could be called a special case. Something had gone wrong with her ability -- something that the institute itself wasn't responsible for. If they corrected it, she wouldn't necessarily be back to her full power, but she would have that control.
If they could alter that, she would become far more useful in the long run.
While the walls of the room looked normal enough, they would also be able to withstand whatever wattage she released. With any luck, she would fall back into the patterns of forcing her own power to the brink, but if not? Then there were ways to persuade her to do so.
The doctor reached out and ran a gloved hand through the girl's hair. "Come on now, Elle," he said, sounding almost fatherly. "It's time to wake up."
Fully outfitted in a suit that would guarantee that her electricity would do him no damage, the doctor watched the girl's sleeping face pensively. They didn't usually allow patients to use their abilities during sleep studies, but Elle could be called a special case. Something had gone wrong with her ability -- something that the institute itself wasn't responsible for. If they corrected it, she wouldn't necessarily be back to her full power, but she would have that control.
If they could alter that, she would become far more useful in the long run.
While the walls of the room looked normal enough, they would also be able to withstand whatever wattage she released. With any luck, she would fall back into the patterns of forcing her own power to the brink, but if not? Then there were ways to persuade her to do so.
The doctor reached out and ran a gloved hand through the girl's hair. "Come on now, Elle," he said, sounding almost fatherly. "It's time to wake up."