Nightshift 49: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 [M-U for Nunnally vi Britannia]
The doctor hummed to herself lightly as she inspected her setup. Such a sweet girl, this one. It was no surprise everyone around her loved her, with an attitude like the one she had. The doctor brushed a lock of Nunnally's hair back out of her face, securing it with a barrette. It would have been a friendly, almost motherly gesture, had the blonde not been strapped down to a cold operating table.
There. Now she was ready for the last part. The doctor fitted the headpiece around her carefully, clamping it down to the table. It would be a shame if her patient found herself blind again when she had only just regained her eyesight, no? Restraining her carefully was just a precaution. Of course, it was a precaution that made things easier for the doctor, too.
The doctor leaned down then, carefully fitting a clamp to Nunnally's right eye, the sort one might use when performing a normal surgical procedure on one's eye. Once the clamp was in place, she applied eyedrops to the girl's eye.
The cold should be enough to start waking her. The doctor stepped back into the shadows, waiting.