Re: Nora's room - Gwen & Nora
On a better day, Nora might have given her the chair. Hell, Nora might have told her she was fine and could stand up, but right now she didn't fight Gwen's gentle nudging or the fact that she did desperately need the support of the chair to keep herself upright. She didn't trust her spine right now on that ottoman.
Instead of answering verbally, Nora reached to peel the bandage from her arm and the gauze with it, showing Gwen the two small circular burns just below her elbow. "He said it was a machine they use on people who experience chronic pain. Kind of ironic, actually, when you think about it. It's supposed to make these small, electrical pulses that are good for your body, like your muscles and stuff...But that's not how it went down."
Sighing, she closed her eyes and slumped a little in the chair before continuing. "He wanted to see how I reacted, how my body handled the shocks. So, he hooked me up to the machines and kept kicking up the pulses. First it wasn't so bad, and that's probably where the machine would have stayed if it was being used like it was meant to be used. But then he kept going...and going...and going until I couldn't feel anything but this awful, searing vibrating all through my body. Bit my cheek really hard and started convulsing and...I feel a lot like if someone took a big bowl of Jell-o and managed to set it on fire. Like still, I still feel that way, like I can't trust my own body to keep me up."