Nightshift 51: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Donna Noble]
She’d been really looking forward to this session, which was why she’d put so much care into preparing for it.
Gone was the normal, sterile environment the doctors generally worked under. The room had been transformed into a hot, smoky place, strange herbs and powders burned to release powerful odours into the air that could make some people light-headed if they weren’t prepared for it. The centre piece of the room was, of course, the altar. Unfortunately an actual replica was a little difficult to come by, but the doctor felt she’d done a very good job with one of the operating tables and some animal skins; she could only hope that the patient, tied down to the makeshift altar, would appreciate the experience.
Well, she’d know soon enough. The drug given to quiet her subject down and give the doctor time to prepare should be wearing off shortly, then they could begin.
Humming to herself, the doctor sprinkled another fistful of powder on the flames in the small brazier she’d been permitted (just the one, sadly, fire hazard put a bit of a damper on things there) making the flames flare brighter, edges tinted greenish, then turned back to the woman on the altar.
"Time to wake up, Donna."
Gone was the normal, sterile environment the doctors generally worked under. The room had been transformed into a hot, smoky place, strange herbs and powders burned to release powerful odours into the air that could make some people light-headed if they weren’t prepared for it. The centre piece of the room was, of course, the altar. Unfortunately an actual replica was a little difficult to come by, but the doctor felt she’d done a very good job with one of the operating tables and some animal skins; she could only hope that the patient, tied down to the makeshift altar, would appreciate the experience.
Well, she’d know soon enough. The drug given to quiet her subject down and give the doctor time to prepare should be wearing off shortly, then they could begin.
Humming to herself, the doctor sprinkled another fistful of powder on the flames in the small brazier she’d been permitted (just the one, sadly, fire hazard put a bit of a damper on things there) making the flames flare brighter, edges tinted greenish, then turned back to the woman on the altar.
"Time to wake up, Donna."