[ WP ] `` You 're gon na be alright . Stop thinking inside . Think outside . ''

The cold metal under his body strapped to its surface leeched all of the body heat out of the person who lay upon it. Wide, terrified eyes jerked around with his pupils normally a lovely shade of rainy gray open wide enough that the black nearly swallowed the entire eye whole. Cold blaring lights stared down in an unfeeling white onto the patient, they seared the feeling of helplessness into the very marrow of his bones and he knew he was n't supposed to be here. He had to leave, he had to go but his body lay still only barely twitching as he struggled against both the leather bindings around him and the paralytic they injected into him. 
 
 Something was n't right, they were here, and they were n't going to let him leave this place. He was n't going to be alright, he knew what they did to people like him. Metal walls and tile floors offered no comfort to him, uncaring as those who took care of his body. Panic wove into the sinews of his muscle but yet he could n't scream. Only air whooshed from his lungs and slipped past the drool slick leather jammed in his mouth. Why him? All he could do was a small amount of telekenesis, moving a pencil or getting a ball to come back to him, he was n't like the others. Yet here he sat, ready for slicing, dicing, or whatever other twisted tortures he could think of. 
 
 Machines sat to the left and right of him, standard things for testing blood pressure or vacuuming out unwanted liquids. A table sat to his left covered with syringes, scalpels, clamps, gauze and... tweezers? Eventually with the hiss of a pneumatic glass door opening three figures walked in. Two wore suits, black and white with blank eyes that stared without feeling into him as the lights did, cold and uncaring. The third of course wore a gown of pristine white, gloves and a little bonnet to match and booties covering special slippers. They had a smile on their face, deceptively cheerful and he strained more as best he could which amounted to nothing. They were female, small breasts plumped out the top of the medical gown and he barely made out a cascade of chocolate waves pinned up inside of the white cap keeping everything clean. 
 
 `` Mr. [ REDACTED ], I hope you're doing well, our dear hosts have n't been too callous have they? I have dearly wanted to make sure your stay here in our labs have been comfortable and accommodating.'' Saccharine words dripped from her mouth, sweet and cloying with a hint of danger and menace. She closed her eyes at him, smile slipping onto her features as she picked up syringe and small vile of a slightly amber liquid. When he did n't reply she cooed at him and scrunched her shoulders up all cute like. `` Oooh well that's alright too, I understand your kind do n't do well here anyway.'' His breathing became laboured, hard and fast. If he could shake his head, he would have by now in protest but his body felt like lead. `` Now now, that wo n't do will it Mr. [ REDACTED ]. I need you to be calm for when the medicine kicks in! I ca n't try converting you back to normal if you reject what we're doing! Stop thinking inside, think outside! Outside of yourself, your pathetic life and how wrong you are. There's only one way for people to live, and you're not it. Just a diseased freak. I ca n't promise you this procedure will be *completely* painless but it will all be over soon!'' She drew the liquid into the syringe and tapped out air-bubbles with the flick of her forefingers before immediately injecting it into the vein in his left elbow. White fire seared in his blood upon contact and the weak sounds of pain burbled up from his mouth. The woman gave him a sickeningly sweet smile as pain rapidly over-took his body. *'' You're going to be alright. Stop thinking inside. Think outside. `` *
