Disciplinary Therapy Room 5 [MU for Sangamon Taylor]
His body was his temple and it was about to undergo some unexpected revisions. Somehow, the doctor didn't think this Mr. Sangamon Taylor was going to appreciate the renovations, even if they were for science. Actually, come to think of it, he'd probably have a worse time of it all precisely for those reasons.
Chuckling to himself, the doctor moved into position and rolled the medical tray over, carefully arranging the assortment of needles on it into neat little rows. Sangamon would be waking soon and he had to have everything ready and perfect for him. Tonight, the scientist became the lab rat, in a most delicious twist of irony and fate.
Humming to himself, the doctor waited for Sangamon to awaken, checking the straps that held him firmly in place.
Chuckling to himself, the doctor moved into position and rolled the medical tray over, carefully arranging the assortment of needles on it into neat little rows. Sangamon would be waking soon and he had to have everything ready and perfect for him. Tonight, the scientist became the lab rat, in a most delicious twist of irony and fate.
Humming to himself, the doctor waited for Sangamon to awaken, checking the straps that held him firmly in place.