Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Kurogane]
One has to let go of one's past in order to live in the present, but sometimes - sometimes the past refuses to let go. And this particular patient's past, fascinating as it was, contained a wealth of material with which to remind him of that fact. It could, shall we say, reach beyond the grave?
The stage was set, with the currently sedated patient on the surgical table and securely fastened there at chest and ankles and wrist. The bright lights overhead illuminated him and the instrument trays around him, but left the rest of the room shrouded in near-impenetrable darkness.
To all appearances he could be alone in the room, left to wait out the night in the stillness. But for one with senses such as this "ninja" would have, there was the faintest sound of breathing not too terribly far away, as the doctor waited, watching his subject from the obscurity of the shadows until the man decided to finally wake.
The stage was set, with the currently sedated patient on the surgical table and securely fastened there at chest and ankles and wrist. The bright lights overhead illuminated him and the instrument trays around him, but left the rest of the room shrouded in near-impenetrable darkness.
To all appearances he could be alone in the room, left to wait out the night in the stillness. But for one with senses such as this "ninja" would have, there was the faintest sound of breathing not too terribly far away, as the doctor waited, watching his subject from the obscurity of the shadows until the man decided to finally wake.