"I don't really know what they did with the others," he sighed, continuing to rub his arm. Just the lower half; from the elbow to the wrist. "Most of the time I was in a locked room with no windows and nothing to do but count the tiles on the floor. Eighty-three and two thirds. Including all the partial tiles in the combined counts."
Doug went quite for a moment, distracted as his head got stuck in the loop of going over every way of counting those tiles and relaying the information.
"The few times I saw anyone else, I was being taken to have myself injected with something or other that made me pass out." From the pain of it was fully implied. "They were always behind energy barriers or in glass tubes. Whatever worked the best to neutralize their powers. No idea what the others got done to them. But it probably wasn't the same as me. The people there looked like they were doing a lot of really weird shit."