Nightshift 37; Disciplinary Therapy Room 1 (Armand)
The room was dark save for a single light over the examining table on which tonight’s subject was strapped. A tray of surgical instruments and syringes sat on a tray beside the table, strange metal utinsils glinting in the light. Somewhere in the darkness, beyond the range of the harsh light, the sound of breathing could be heard.
The doctor was in.